Thread: Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Watching her dress with mild curiosity and impatience saw her as if for the first time as she left. The long, slender legs with the slight curve to her calves and thick thighs that got his attention, few women had the kind of legs he liked. Especially when they wore a short dress that hugged her body like a sleeve. Every curve visible, if not for being tired and slightly hungover, Vincent would have probably pounced on her one more time. Ah well, he sighed as the door closed and she left his life forever, plenty more fish in the sea. It didn't take long before he was asleep again, waking only when the alarm clock's shrill alarm blared loud and the smell of the fresh roasted coffee from the kitchen drew him up. Stretching, enjoying the feel of the entire bed, smelled the remnants of last night. Perfume, musk, and sweat. With a shrug Vincent pulled the sheets off the bed and put them in the wash. The cleaning service would take care of the rest, and put new ones on. For a moment he wondered if they still had the attractive latina maid with the nice ass, he wanted to do her but the opportunity never arose. Doing his quick work out in his living room he grabbed a change of clothes and his mug of coffee and made it to the gym just before the morning crowd. Vincent liked to get in a a few sets before the machines got crowded with newbs, or the fawning gym girls who looked ok but never seemed to work out, as if one drop of sweat would cause their too tight leotards to dissolve. Checking out the broad shoulders, narrow waist and squard jaw with the dark, flashing eyes he went through his routines admiring the way he had filled out. Finishing at the gym was at the office by 850, he liked to get in a few minutes before his boss to make sure his dedication was noticed. We have a new member of your team coming on today, Bill told him walking into the private office and taking the chair, the coffee cup resting on the edge of Vincent's aligned desk. I didn't know we'd decided on someone yet, Vincent and Bill had talked about expanding his team since the projects had increased, even Vincent was taking on project work which was not something he signed up for. Leaning back in his chair Vincent rested his fingertips together and looked at Bill, expecting what was coming. While you were out the perfect candidate came in and I couldn't let them get away, Vincent nodded, Bill did run the department and he was good. He just didn't like others making decisions on the members of his team. Checking his watch Bill stood, grabbed his cup and turned towards the door that smile on his face that said everything would be all right, because Bill said so. The wire rimmed glasses and sharp cut suits always made Bill look taller than he was, which worked with Vincent who towered over most everyone in the office, they should be here in a few minutes, I know you will be welcoming. Nodding, of course, Bill agreed as he stepped with Bill out of the office. Saw that face, the hair, the legs across the office and he locked into those eyes again. Something stirred in him, fear, a weakness of the flesh, as if something unwanted had just come into his home, his safety zone. Something inside tried to decide between running far away screaming or ask what the hell she was doing here. Instead, under his breath Vincent muttered, slow and as long as it took to expend his breath, shit.