60: Displeasure

He can't stop thinking about Yara.

He leans against his chair and holds his glass to his temple. In all his life, he never met a woman as complex as Yara Huxley. She's hot one minute, then cold the next, what transpired between them this afternoon being the perfect example.

She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. It was a mutual agreement. In no instance did he force himself on her, so why did she react so emotionally? She left his office in tears. She slammed the door on her way out, but she was moaning in his ear five minutes before that. He can't tell if her reaction was spontaneous or pre-planned. He realizes that he knows virtually nothing about her, apart from her name, where she was born, and that she's a damn good secretary.

Getting sexually involved with her was an impetuous decision, but one he doesn't regret. Truth be told, he wouldn't mind having her again, on a bed this time. His bed. If it weren't her for erratic, incomprehensible behavior, perhaps that's exactly w