Break My Fall(15)

The sad fact of the matter was that he was getting to me, in a big way. I had to pull my thoughts out of the gutter whenever I saw him in his boxer shorts. Never in a million years would I have dreamt he had a job that required a suit and tie. It just didn’t seem like the usual attire one wore for a college summer job. He looked beautiful in a suit, but there was the element of a caged animal when he wore one. I had thought up a dozen different potential jobs he might do, all of which involved physical work. He didn’t have the body of a man stuck in an office. He had the hard toned build of an athlete. He was all broad shoulders, ribbed muscles and narrow hips.

Another thing I realized about Kyle was that he was guarded. He chatted openly about mundane things like college and football and I’d learned he was finishing his degree in Business Management in the fall. But he closed up the minute anything more personal was brought up. I didn’t understand why, but was too intimidated by him to ask. He had even started showing up at the hotel. There was a restaurant on the ground floor and in the past three weeks I had seen him in there on no less than three occasions. Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed me. I always managed to hide behind a pillar in the lobby before he saw me. On all three occasions, he’d been having lunch with a woman-all of them different- which also made it easier for me to escape unnoticed. I had started to skip eating in the restaurant and ate outside at the picnic tables, rather than face the obnoxious jerk and his evil companion. It drove me crazy that he ate at the hotel. There were dozens of places he could go to eat, but no he had to choose the building I worked in.

On a positive note, I had actually made a couple of friends at work; Linda being one.

She was fabulous and hilarious at times. She’d showed me the ropes in work and had a fantastic sense of humor. She certainly didn’t behave like a woman in her fifties. I also liked talking with Mike. He was one of the bartenders and only a few years older than I was. We had met briefly on my first day and I had bumped into him again at the picnic tables out back. He had invited me to sit with him. I had figured it would be rude to say no, so I sat with Mike. He had been witty and down to earth and I had actually found him easy to talk with.

The next day I went to the beer garden, Mike had brought an extra sandwich for me and we fell into to a comfortable lunch pattern. He always seemed to get his break the time as I did, so we ate together. It was real nice to be friends with a man and not worry about him blowing hot and cold. That was the way it felt being around Mike; real easy. He didn’t flirt or make me feel uncomfortable. He was just plain nice. Mike was attractive in an all-American wholesome kind of way. He was all blonde hair, brown eyes and sun kissed golden skin, but he didn’t hold an ounce of the raw sexual magnetism Kyle did.

Where Mike was cute, Kyle was mind-blowing attractive. I had decided it was something to do with the way Kyle moved. He didn’t just walk; he prowled like a wild animal, cool and confident, but full of raw strength and vibrating intensity. There was an element of danger to him. He was just so…There were no words in my vocabulary extensive enough to describe him. He was rude and obnoxious and breathtakingly beautiful. He seemed to get a real thrill out of baiting me. And he kept calling me that stupid nickname. God he was so infuriating.

I hated that I was so attracted to him. It was purely a physical attraction though; it couldn’t be any more than that, not when he was so mean to me. The fluttering in my chest when he was near was just biology. He was beautiful and any girl would feel the same when he spoke, or smiled or laughed…

After many sleepless nights thinking about him, I had decided put my attraction towards Kyle Carter down to two things. The first, being the fact that he was my first consensual kiss and the second, I was not the only woman to feel like this; Kyle had plenty admirers. Women swooned over him. I’d seen enough of his admirers coming out of his bedroom in the mornings; Rachel being one of the most frequent visitors. Though it was clear they were not exclusive, there was definitely something strange going on with them.

I watched them when they were together and it was…odd. Apart from the fact that Kyle didn’t seem to like her, when Rachel said jump, he said how high. He did everything she told him and it really irked me. He was a jerk to me, but it didn’t stop me hating the way she spoke to him. It was degrading.





Kyle





“Close your mouth dude, you’re drooling.”

I looked away from Lee’s ass to see Derek grinning at me. “Screw you,” I muttered, lowering my head. I couldn’t help staring at her; I didn’t think any man could. She was distracting to say the least.