His every stride spoke of hidden power beneath his cloak and tight black leggings. The heels of his boots, more fit for the field than for marble floo...s clicked irrepressibly upon the marble in the silence of the hall. He refused to allow himself to smile, keeping his face as cold and solid as the stone of the hall. With a wave of his exposed fist that clenched his black leather gloves, he drove a scurrying servant and his tray of wine from his path, as surely as if he had struck the man fully. .. let me think about it. I will let you know tomorrow.” I was a bit flustered as I picked up my file and stood up. “Sorry, got to get back to work,” and quickly walked out of the break room, leaving my half-finished coffee behind.I sat at my desk wondering why I didn’t just say no thanks. I left it open that I might actually consider going out with a married man over fifteen years my junior.Peter asking me out was all I could think about when I got home that night. I thought about talking to. Honestly though? Inever had a choice through the medication I was on and socially seen asa bit of a layabout by other people. In my little world back then, Itook it s bitterness and resentment, I knew a lot of people who settleddown and was their go to guy to rant about their partners menial andtrivial things.About a month ago things changed between Emma and myself. It was in thesuperstore I was sorting through the magazine rack when she passed andslapped my back, she had a heartwarming and. ..I leaned back on the bed and groaned, I was sore after our trip to the gym. Alexa just laughed and stretched, watching me die from exhaustion. "I told you that last set would destroy me," I complained and felt the smooth and wonderful sensation of relaxing my muscles.Alexa looked at herself in the mirror, still in her small blue crop top and tight black shorts. She was flat and athletic but my best friend had a really cute face. "At least that's the worst thing you have to complain about!.