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“I ordered you dinner, and I got you the pasta. It will be delivered in thirty minutes. But remember, I have to leave tonight, so I won’t be eating here.”
“Where are you going?”
Why was I so excited to tell him?
“I have a date.”
Silence.
Crickets.
The sound of him typing on his keyboard halted.
“Are you there?” I asked.
“Yes. You aren’t going out with that turdlicker that stole your car, are you? Because I will not go out of my way again to get your car back if you are. I don’t believe in second chances, Tink, so it’s a one and done for me,” he growled.
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me sitting out here at my desk. “No. Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going out with a guy I went to high school with. Jake’s great, and he will definitely not steal my car. But thank you for reminding me of my biggest mistake, once again.”
“Hey, I can’t help it if you have horrid taste in men.”
“Well, after meeting your date, I’d say we have something in common.”
“My dates don’t steal from me,” he hissed.
“No? They’re just gold-digging ice queens with no personality?”
“Well, your whiny-ass ex cried like a little bitch when I confronted him. I think you still win for the worst pick of all time.”
“I will not let you ruin my date tonight with your sour attitude. I’m leaving. You will have to answer your own phone and go downstairs and grab your dinner. I’m off the clock, Bossman,” I hissed.
He appeared in the doorway so fast I jumped out of my chair. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
“No. I’m going to wear something extra sexy,” I said, plastering a big smile on my face as I slipped on my coat.
“Well, don’t wear anything too revealing. We have that meeting tomorrow with Arthur Hobbs, and I can’t have you in there if you’re sick.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m not sick. I’ll be there.”
“If you stay out late and you aren’t here on time, that helicopter will leave without you,” he said, his voice dark and angry as he moved closer to me and tugged my coat closed at the top.
“Have I ever been late?” I raised a brow. “Do you have a problem with me going on a date?”
His lips pursed, and he scoffed. “Why the fuck would I care if you went on a date?”
“I don’t know, Bossman. You seem a little irritated.” I glanced down at his hands on my coat.
He let go of me and took a step back. “I’m irritated when people don’t do their job.”
“And I’m irritated when people give me whiplash.” I grabbed my purse and stormed away from him, heading for the door.
“That makes no sense. Remember, sometimes less is more, Tink!” he shouted, and I made my way down the stairs.
Less is more, my ass.
He was a pompous, arrogant jerk, and I was not going to let him ruin my night.
I got in my car and drove home quickly to change clothes and freshen my makeup.
