Page 7 of Wolf
I follow Lynx outdoors,my eyes locked on his ass the whole way. This man really does have the body of an adonis. I’ve never seen someone so perfect before.
His muscles are huge, but he moves with the gentle ease of a dancer. I can imagine him wrapped in the fur of an animal. Traipsing through the trees with a spear in his hand. He’s like a throwback from another time, when men were real men, and the hardness of their body and the grit in their heart was what put food in your stomach.
“This looks amazing.”
Lynx puts the plates down on a little wooden table at the end of the porch. He doesn’t even look at me when I speak.
The chairs are close together, and when I sit down our bodies are almost touching.
It feels weird to be outside without any clothes on. Like I’m breaking some kind of rule that’s been ingrained in my brain. But, at the same time, I love the feeling of freedom. My whole body tingles with excitement, and it’s not just the breeze against my skin sending shivers down my spine.
The first bite of food makes me close my eyes and moan in pleasure. The first sip of coffee is even better.
“This is delicious,” I groan. “What kind of bean is this? It’s way better than the stuff I buy.”
“I got it from a friend,” is all Lynx says to me.
Silently, he continues shoveling the food into his mouth. Looking out at the valley with a thousand-yard stare.
I try to make conversation, but every time he turns me down.
When we finish, he turns his face away from me, and says, “go get them papers, Vamp.”
I can barely believe the words I’m hearing. “You mean… you’re gonna sign?”
He turns to look at me. His blue eyes, which were so full of passion earlier, are now two glistening balls of ice. “If that’s what it takes to get rid of you.”
“Get rid of me?” I jump out of my chair and cover my breasts with my hands. Suddenly, I don’t want to be naked in front of this man. “So you’re just going to fuck me and wish me farewell? Just like that?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it. Like everything isn’t going exactly how you planned. Just get the papers, I can’t stand to even look at you another second.”
The words hit me like a punch to the face. I stumble back, almost tripping over a toolbox on the floor behind me.
I try to say something. Anything. But the words won’t form in my mouth. Instead, I turn around and run inside the cabin.
“I don’t know why you’re so mad at me!” I shout as I come back out with the papers in my hand. “If anything, I’m the one who should be mad at you! Sleeping with me and then sending me packing like I’m just a cheap slut you can do whatever you like with.”
He stands up and rips the papers from my hands. His cock is still hard. It bounces with each step he makes. But, it must be a purely physical reaction, because it’s clear as day he doesn’t want anything to do with me. Not anymore.
“Don’t try and turn this around, Vamp.” He spits each word at me like they’re poison. “You’re the one who used me. You’re just like all the rest. A fucking vampire. More interested in your career and making money and getting a fucking promotion than other human beings. I don’t know how I ever could have–”
He stops mid-sentence. His chest is heaving. “Ever what?” I ask.
He rushes inside and grabs a pen. With spiteful angry swipes, he scribbles his signature on the bottom of each page. The pen sometimes ripping through the thick, expensive paper.
“Just go, Rachel.” He turns around and passes me the papers. “Leave me be.”
I take a step towards him, not even bothering to wipe the tears from my face.
I think I know what he was going to say. It’s the same thing I was thinking when he was in the kitchen, cooking me my meal.
And I know what’s happened, too.
He must have heard me on the phone to my boss. I can understand why he’s mad. But what he doesn’t realize, is that I didn’t mean what I was saying. They were just words that came out of my mouth because I thought they were the right things to be saying.
I lift the contract in the air. The thing I came out here to accomplish. And with one savage pull, I tear the papers in half. Then, spurred on by how good it feels, I rip them up again and again and again, until tiny squares of typewritten paper adorn the floor by my feet.
Lynx takes a step towards me. There’s the slightest hint of a smile on his face now. “What are you doing?” he asks.
