Envy

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A/N: I really love Lindsey and Paul. They are probably my favorite couple I’ve ever…made. Haha. Playing god is fun.


Custom Cabinetry.


Lindsey slammed the front door to her and Paul’s apartment. She hated having lunch with her father and today was no different. As usual, he continued to nit-pick at her, asking her patronizing questions and tried to convince her to break up with Paul. She didn’t hate her father -she loved him very much. She just didn’t like him. At all. Tears threatened to fall as she slammed her purse on the kitchen counter and sighed, raking her fingers through her hair.

Micah Jones was a cold, ruthless businessman, held high on the corporate food chain. He ate people like Paul Harlow for breakfast and tried to raise his daughter to do the same. Unfortunately for him, Lindsey turned out to be unlike him in every way. She was good, caring and warm hearted who treated everyone with respect.

Micah managed to keep his daughter sheltered from all men until she met Paul. She was twenty one at the time, and had never even been on a date, let alone been kissed. He had hired Paul to build new cabinets for his kitchen fit for a king, hearing Paul at twenty-five years old, was arguably the best carpenter in the area.

It had been an innocent meeting of two people from totally different worlds. Micah and Paul were standing in the kitchen, early in the morning, discussing plans for the cabinets when Lindsey made her sleepy appearance. She padded into the kitchen slowly, still wearing her pajamas -a pair of boxers and a baggy royal blue sweatshirt that read Duke University in large letters, nearly covering her shorts. Her hair was slightly mused, and she stretched, blinking sleepily.

Paul tried his hardest to now show appreciation for her body -more importantly her face. She was beautiful, her long blond locks piled on top of her head adorably. If she looked that gorgeous when she first woke up, Paul could only imagine how she looked after she had her morning coffee and such. But when she realized that her father was not alone in the kitchen, Lindsey’s pale blue eyes widened, as she crossed her arms in front of her chest with insecurity.

“Lindsey, honestly, its eight in the morning. At twenty one, you should be able to get up and dressed before now.” Micah sighed, going back to Paul’s drawings. Paul hid his smile when he saw Lindsey throw her father a look before getting a glass out of the cabinet to fill it up with orange juice.

“Oh, Mr. Harlow, this is my daughter, Lindsey. Lindsey, Mr. Harlow will be working on our kitchen renovations.”

Lindsey nodded, extending her hand out to Paul, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Harlow.” she said softly, a small smile playing on her full lips.

Paul smirked, shaking her hand, “Please, call me Paul, Mr. Harlow is my father. You a student or a fan?” he asked, indicating her sweatshirt.

“Nice to meet you, Paul.” Lindsey corrected herself, “And, no, this is my dad’s old thing I sleep in. I’m not a college ball fan. Pro-game only. Even if I was into college ball…Duke? Come on.” she grinned innocently, making Paul chuckle. He couldn’t agree more.

She turned to her father, “Ralph and I are spending the day together, so I wont be home today.”

Paul drew his brows together, listening to the conversation as he shuffled through different plans. Who was Ralph, her boyfriend? It didn’t matter, there was no way he’d have a chance with the her, she was probably one of those girls that was nice at first but deep down, she was like her father: cold and holding a well developed god-complex.

Mr. Jones frowned, “You know how I feel about that boy.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes, taking a banana out of the basket next to Paul, “Yes, you’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

“And what will and Ralph be doing?”

Paul decided not to interrupt their conversation by informing Mr. Jones that he probably didn’t want to know what Lindsey would be doing with her -he assumed- boyfriend. A girl that had curves and a face like that didn’t just…not have sex with her boyfriend twenty-four-seven. Hell, if she were his, he wouldn’t let her out of bed.

Lindsey chuckled, shaking her head, “I dunno, Micah, would you like a play-by-play?” she asked, taking a drink of her orange juice. That’s when Paul decided he had to have her.

So for three weeks, it went. Lindsey started dressing herself before entering the kitchen, moving around tools and pieces of wood to get something to eat or drink in the morning, before she headed off to work. Her and Paul chatted briefly, mostly about football. Lindsey would ask Paul questions about his trade as he worked diligently. Luckily for him, he could work and talk at the same time.

Lindsey worked at a small Bakery in the city. She loved baking evidently, and one day she got home early enough to catch Paul as he was packing things up in his truck, heading out. She stopped him, telling him not to leave because she had something for him. Paul bit back a smug grin. He knew she would cave in eventually -they always did.

So, it surprised the hell out of him when he followed her in and she stood in front of the disheveled kitchen, holding up a box. He could smell her from where he stood, like…fresh sugar cookies and lemon. It was oddly sexy and it took everything he had not to drag her into her room.

“Try one.” she said softly, opening the box.

Paul drew his brows together and took a cookie out of the box, biting down on it. “Mmm.” he groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically.

Lindsey chuckled, “I don’t think my cookies are suppose to do that.”

“Oh muh gawd.” Paul mumbled through the cookie, shaking his head, “Dis is fukin ‘mazing.” he continued to chew, closing his eyes. Finally swallowing down the cookie, he slowly took the box out of Lindsey’s hands and grinned, “I’m taking these.”

Lindsey bit her bottom lip, a light blush creeping on her cheeks, “Good, because I made them for you.” she said softly.

Then Paul realized something that never in a million years would he have pegged Lindsey for. It hit him like a three ton pile of bricks, and he had to stop every thought about her right then and there. It couldn’t be true, but he knew it was. Somehow, he knew. Lindsey Jones was too good for him; he couldn’t have her. She was a virgin.


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