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“That’s a very friendlygift.”
Passive aggressive. Minusone.
“Daisy and I are very friendly.” My tone is the same one I use when dealing with an adversary in the boardroom. “How do you know oneanother?”
“We met at an event. We’ve been trying to find a time to goout.”
Not were trying, like past tense. We’ve been trying, like he’s still planning onit.
“You?” Marcasks.
“Known her since college. We’ve been close eversince.”
“I look forward to getting to know herbetter.”
“She’s a busywoman.”
“She’s worth it, and I’m persistent.” He grins, and my hand clenches into afist.
I hate that he thinks she’s worth it. Not because she isn’t, but because he doesn’t get to have an opinion on that. “Let me get the door foryou.”
“Did I say I was ready toleave?”
I hit the elevator button. “Nice meeting you,Marc.”
When he leaves, I barge into her office and wait for her to hang up hercall.
“We agreed not to see other people during our arrangement,” I say once she clicks off, before she canspeak.
Strange how five minutes ago, I was feeling confused and now, it’s all collapsed to a fine point of anger andindignation.
“I’m not seeinghim.”
“But you told him we were friends so you can dump me one day and pick up with him thenext.”
She tilts her head, clearly turning something over in her mind. “We didn’t talk about who’s dumping who. I guess when we agreed, I assumed it would bemutual.”
It doesn’t fuckingfeelmutual. We’re not dating, but I’mfurious.
I know we’re in her workplace and she’s being professional and everyone can see us through these glass walls, but I don’t care. I want her to know Marc could have a thousand years with her, but he can’t give her what Ican.
Can’t be what sheneeds.
I cross to her, force her to look up at me. “Tonight.”
Daisy sets her hands on her hips, oblivious or resistant to my intensity. “Tonightwhat?”
“Tonight, you’re mine. My place. Eighto’clock.”
“It’s gamenight.”
“Change ofplans."
She arches a brow. "What would you like me towear?"
It's not a genuine question. It's a taunting reminder I'm being adick.
I ignore it. "Something that matches the hardwood in my living room. Because your clothes will be spending more time on it than onyou.”
