I wish the relief I felt after getting myself off lasted longer than a few hours, but I can't give Eamon shit for wanting me without accepting the reality that the feeling is very mutual. I just don't have to admit it to him; it can be my little secret.
A knock echoes on my door, alerting me to the devil himself standing on the other side of it.
"Yeah?" I don't turn away from the computer, changing the tab as he opens and walks through the door.
"Good morning," his jovial tone instantly makes me suspicious. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine."No. He didn't."You?"
"Fantastic," he beams.
Ohmygodhedefinitelyheardmecomeinmysleep.
"You're in a good mood today," I bite.
Placing coffee on my desk, his scent surrounds me, making my mouth and my cunt start to water. I swear to god he's moving slowly on purpose, his eyes languidly moving to mine as he releases the steaming mug. "What's wrong, Isla?" he coos, a knowing tilt to his smile.
"Nothing," I smooth my hair back over my shoulder, his gaze tracking the movement with predatory intent. "Why would something be wrong?"
His hand lands on the back of my chair, spinning me to face him fully. "You seem especially tightly wound this morning."
My teeth grind together, my legs threatening to do the same from the heat in his gaze. "Just... frustrated. With work."
Humor laces his features as they search my face, "Anything I can help with?"
No."No."
He doesn't believe me for even a second. We both know exactly what kind offrustratedI am. "K. Meet me downstairs in five."
He releases the chair roughly, making it spin as he walks away. If I say anything, he'll hear me, so I use both hands to flip off his back instead.
But if I don't do as he says, there's going to be consequences that I really don't have the energy to deal with right now.
I'm just going to keep my head clear, get the training done, then I can work and ignore him for the rest of the day. Easy peasy.
Once again, I find myself wishing I could get dressed slower, that I had some excuse to move at a glacial pace, but I tried that once, and my penance was running two miles as fast as I could with Eamon yelling in my ear like a god damn drill sergeant. I hated every second of it and puked all over the ground when I was done. But I did it and didn't stop once, which was more running than I had ever done before.
Like every day, Eamon's waiting patiently for me in the training room. Only today, his infuriating smirk meets me the second I walk in the room, the smug bastard watching and waiting for me to snap. We both know it's only a matter of time before one of us does. But it won't fucking be me. The last time he tried to play these games with me he lost, so his self-satisfied smirk is going to get smacked off his face. Again.
Using the breathing technique I used to push through the discomfort of pilates for years, I walk in with my head held high. Mental pain is the exact same as physical. It's all just a chemical reaction in the body, and I'm no slave to my body's response to negative sensation.
"What are we working on today, lieutenant?" I ask with a bored tone.
His heated gaze travels down my body slowly, then back up, meeting my eyes with a heat that makes me weak in the knees. I hate this. Hate him. But my stupid vagina hasn't gotten the goddamn memo. Maybe all demons are like this, and humansare just powerless against their evil sex magic. That would explain how Bel went from a virgin to happily involved with two of them so quickly.
No.
I'm not going to disparage or try to downplay Bel's love life just because my vagina has no sense of self-preservation.
"Warm up first," he nods towards the other bane of my existence. "I want you hitting a six minute mile today."
"Six minutes, are you fucking crazy?"
His brows raise, his humor at my expense pushing me further to my breaking point. "You've been slacking and making it at six and a half. You can do six; you're just being lazy."
"You mother—" I take a deep breath, knowing he's pushing my fucking buttons on purpose. Instead of giving him the reaction he wants, I turn and walk calmly towards the treadmill, climbing on it and starting at a brisk walk to warm up my legs.
Three minutes of walking later, Eamon appears at my side, reaching over to press the button to speed up the treadmill to an almost sprint. Gritting my teeth, I keep my head down, trying to find my zen in this hell he's putting me through.
