C15 Walking living canvas of perfection

Xavier closed his laptop frustrated. It was no use pretending that he was working. He hit his hand against the mahogany table, its sturdiness and hardness agitating him the more like a mocking reminder, a silent taunt.

That's what he was supposed to be, sturdy and hard so why couldn't he stop thinking of a particular brown eyes fragile petite woman he thought.

"I shouldn't be thinking of her