Delilah’s impromptu confession did nothing to sway my curiosity. In fact, it flamed the fire of her draw.
I just wanted to make it through the day, just one day, without thinking about her, but she was always f*****g there, in my periphery. The smell of her perfume was a constant torture. If we weren’t office mates, working together and she was just some girl at the bar, I could f**k her, get her out of my system, and be done.
Instead, I was left ready to explode like a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off at any moment. Anger and frustration mounted, and the sight of her made me furious.
I resented her, absolutely despised her for making me want her in the first place.
I didn’t want the need that churned inside me. I didn’t want the crawling hunger to f**k her like she was the la
