“I bet.” The bastard slides over and gestures to the spot he’s made. “Do you want to sit down?”
That’s the last thing I need. I glower at him, but he ignores me.
She stares at the seat like a long-lost lover before a forlorn, dramatic sigh escapes her lips. “You have no idea how much I want to say yes, but I was sent to retrieve lunch, and I don’t want to deal with a bunch of hangry people.”
“Maybe next time,” Mitch says.
“Maybe.” She looks down her nose at me and sneers. “Assuming you’re with better company.”
“A pleasure as always, Jessica,” I say.
She offers my best friend a dazzling smile before waving toward the counter. “I should get back.”
Then she swishes off, her hips swaying as she heads to the counter.
As predicted, every eye in the room stays glued to her. It takes five excruciating, endless minutes and for our hamburgers to be delivered before she leaves.
When the door slams closed behind her, I relax, blowing out a pent-up breath. “So that’s her.”
A despicable chuckle comes from Mitch. “You are totally fucked.”
Thursday, 1:20 p.m.
Charlie
What were you thinking?
Jessica
Oh, so now you text me?
Charlie
You are infuriating.
* * *
Thursday, 3:28 p.m.
Jessica
I want you to know that I am absolutely not texting you.
Charlie
Good. I’m absolutely not texting you either.
Jessica
I’ll be too busy FOCUSING ON ME to ever fuck you again.
* * *
Thursday, 4:17 p.m.
Charlie
So I’m getting the impression you’re upset I didn’t text you.
