Rhett typed furiously on his laptop, without blinking. He has been doing that for hours now and he wasn't having any plans of stopping. Although his eyes were on the laptop screen, he wasn't fully concentrating. His thoughts were all over the place, there was one person who was bothering his thoughts and that was the little vixen he slept with last night.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take her naked image from his head and anytime he tried to have some rest, Genevieve's moaning face would appear in his head causing him to lose concentration and get the wrong idea.
'What the hell am I doing?' He stopped typing and asked himself. He stared at his hands then sighed, this wasn't how he planned on going about his day. Hell, he wasn't supposed to feel this way after having his way with her last night. Then why the fuck was he feeling like a high school boy who just had sex for the first time and can't stop thinking about the girl?