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I made it to the Cottonwood Café just thirty minutes later. The woman that owned the place, Mrs. Runither, was a real menace, and she constantly asked people way too many personal questions, but this is where Jake Pruit wanted to meet.
I was still fuming about my exchange with Maddox when I stepped inside, and Mrs. Runither greeted me.
“Georgia Reynolds. Look at you. Jake told me he’s meeting you here, and I’m guessing you two will be bumping and grinding in no time,” she purred. “But I want to know about that boss of yours. He’s very easy on the eyes. Does he have a woman?”
I groaned. “I’m not a madam. I’m a personal assistant, for god’s sake. I don’t manage his sex life. And shame on you for making everyone uncomfortable when they come here, and all they want is some freaking macaroni and cheese.”
Her eyes widened. The woman had asked me about my sex life one too many times. She’d pestered me about my virginity for years and decided to announce to my parents at dinner one night that she could tell I was no longer a virgin when I’d come home from college my freshman year for a visit. I was obviously mortified, and we’d laughed it off and all agreed she was not playing with a full stack, but it hadn’t been lost on me that she’d been correct. She had some sort of sex sniffer that could detect when someone was doing it.
And I was over it.
Because I hadn’t done it in quite some time, and working for a man who happened to be every woman’s wet dream was not helping my current situation.
I was horny and hangry.
It was a terrible combination.
“Well, then… let’s get you some mac and cheese,” she said, forcing a smile on her face before grumbling under her breath. “Clearly, someone isn’t getting any.”
I rolled my eyes and made my way to the table where Jake was sitting. He smiled and waved. I hadn’t seen him in a while, as he’d gone to the East Coast for college, and he didn’t seem to come home much. But he’d always been a good guy.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Georgia Reynolds,” he said as he pushed to his feet and hugged me.
He was good-looking.
Smelled like a pine tree.
And he had a good job as an accountant.
But all I could think about was the sexy bastard who’d ruined my night.
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Maddox
The goddamnedpasta was not the same kind that I’d had the other night.
Was she purposely fucking with me?
I picked up my phone and texted her.
They sent the spaghetti and meatballs, and you know I don’t like red sauce.
Tink
Well, sometimes, shit happens. I will call the place and have them send over the correct order, your highness.
It’s highly unprofessional to flip off your boss. Forget the pasta. I’m heading home. I’ll eat something there.
Tink
I’ll send the correct pasta to your house, then.
I knew I was being a huge dick. I wasn’t mad about the pasta. There was hardly even any sauce on it. I was pissed that she was on a date, which made no sense at all.
Just skip it, Tink. They’ll probably fuck it up again, and I’m not even that hungry. Just go have fun with your date.
Tink
