in to my office at noon, I was still shattered. Jakey had been quiet when he woke up and wouldn’t talk to me about last night. Deacon wasn’t at his desk, which I was glad for. I felt like shit. I could feel tears bubbling beneath the surface and I really didn’t need him to see that ugly mess. I picked up my work from where I left it yesterday and made a start. An hour later I heard laughter coming down towards the office. I instantly recognized Deacon’s voice and also the bubbly giggle that seemed to be entwined with his. Miranda Collins, one of the drama tutors. She was nice but she was irritating as hell. Why was he walking with her? I was definitely not jealous. We’ve got work to be doing and he’s busy being social. I heard them getting closer so I buried my nose in my work and tried not to acknowledge their presence for as long as possible when they both came through the door. Didn’t she have words to go interpret and prance around to?
“Oh, Dana you’re in. Sorry Miranda. My mistress is back so I’ve got to do some work. See you around.” With that Deacon dismissed her. Miranda looked confused and I was struggling to keep the corners of my mouth from twitching from a smile. I kept my face glued to the screen even as I heard the door close softly.
“Is everything alright with you, Dana?” Deacon was directly opposite me at the edge of my desk. I glanced up at him. God, he looked good today. Nothing sexier than a man in a grey suit.
“I’m fine Dr Greenwood.” I guessed he was referring to me coming in so late. “I just had to sort something out at home. I can stay late today if we need to catch up on work.”
“I don’t think we’ll need to. I think we’re pretty much ahead of where we need to be and let’s not forget this is a study that’s going to take a while to complete.” He sounded hopeful at the last part. “Would you like me to go grab you a coffee?” I think he could see that I wasn’t ok and I really wasn’t. Him being kind was not helping and I didn’t have the strength to battle with him today at all. It was too late the tears were starting to fall. I was trying to stem them with my fingers and think about something, anything, to stop them falling. Deacon was by my side in second and had my head cradled against his chest and it felt good. It felt so damn good. I took in his scent and the hardness of his muscles. I could literally stay like this forever. He was so warm and the way his hands were caressing me soothed an ache in my heart. It had been so long since I had taken comfort in a man’s arms. Mitchell had stopped being intimate with me long before I finally escaped him. I was pretty certain he was sleeping elsewhere but to be honest by that point I really didn’t give a shit if it meant he wasn’t at home. “Dana, what’s wrong? Please tell me. If I can help I will.” And like that the spell was broken. What was I doing? Nothing will ever happen between Deacon and I and now I was giving him the wrong impression on top of embarrassing myself and crying like a little girl in his arms. I needed to get out of here. This day is a write off.
I gently pushed Deacon away and wiped my eyes while I stood up. “I’m sorry Dr. Greenwood. I shouldn’t have come in today. I’m going to go home and work from there. You can reach me by email.” I turned off my computer and picked up my bag not meeting his eyes the whole time. I walked past him and was thankful that he didn’t speak. The tears continued to flow as I walked out of the university. I needed a big tub of Carte D’or Cinnamon Waffle ice cream now.
I felt like such a fool for crying in front of Deacon so I sent him an email making my excuses and said that I would see him Monday. I knew he wouldn’t believe me but I was not going to explain my life history to him. I
“Oh, Dana you’re in. Sorry Miranda. My mistress is back so I’ve got to do some work. See you around.” With that Deacon dismissed her. Miranda looked confused and I was struggling to keep the corners of my mouth from twitching from a smile. I kept my face glued to the screen even as I heard the door close softly.
“Is everything alright with you, Dana?” Deacon was directly opposite me at the edge of my desk. I glanced up at him. God, he looked good today. Nothing sexier than a man in a grey suit.
“I’m fine Dr Greenwood.” I guessed he was referring to me coming in so late. “I just had to sort something out at home. I can stay late today if we need to catch up on work.”
“I don’t think we’ll need to. I think we’re pretty much ahead of where we need to be and let’s not forget this is a study that’s going to take a while to complete.” He sounded hopeful at the last part. “Would you like me to go grab you a coffee?” I think he could see that I wasn’t ok and I really wasn’t. Him being kind was not helping and I didn’t have the strength to battle with him today at all. It was too late the tears were starting to fall. I was trying to stem them with my fingers and think about something, anything, to stop them falling. Deacon was by my side in second and had my head cradled against his chest and it felt good. It felt so damn good. I took in his scent and the hardness of his muscles. I could literally stay like this forever. He was so warm and the way his hands were caressing me soothed an ache in my heart. It had been so long since I had taken comfort in a man’s arms. Mitchell had stopped being intimate with me long before I finally escaped him. I was pretty certain he was sleeping elsewhere but to be honest by that point I really didn’t give a shit if it meant he wasn’t at home. “Dana, what’s wrong? Please tell me. If I can help I will.” And like that the spell was broken. What was I doing? Nothing will ever happen between Deacon and I and now I was giving him the wrong impression on top of embarrassing myself and crying like a little girl in his arms. I needed to get out of here. This day is a write off.
I gently pushed Deacon away and wiped my eyes while I stood up. “I’m sorry Dr. Greenwood. I shouldn’t have come in today. I’m going to go home and work from there. You can reach me by email.” I turned off my computer and picked up my bag not meeting his eyes the whole time. I walked past him and was thankful that he didn’t speak. The tears continued to flow as I walked out of the university. I needed a big tub of Carte D’or Cinnamon Waffle ice cream now.
I felt like such a fool for crying in front of Deacon so I sent him an email making my excuses and said that I would see him Monday. I knew he wouldn’t believe me but I was not going to explain my life history to him. I
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