Page 19 of Love Unspoken

I cocked an eyebrow. "I'll be home."

"Are you going to spend it with your boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" I asked surprised.

He nodded. "Ah…Darren?"

I chuckled. "Darren isn't my boyfriend. He's a friend. And no, he's in Miami with his family."

I rose, turned my back to him and started packing up, putting things into my backpack. I didn't want to be caught making googly eyes at Amias, especially now that he knew about my crush, and I knew he didn't like me.

"Are you going to be all alone at home for the holidays, Naya?"

I slung my backpack on my shoulder. "I guess." I didn't look at him and wished he'd leave me the hell alone.

"This is your first Thanksgiving since your father passed."

He was stating facts, and I wasn't sure what he was getting at. "Yes."

"And Nolan and Kara didn't take you with them?"

I frowned. "Why would they? It's Kara's family. I don't know them very well." Or like them. Kara's parents and siblings were a lot like Kara.

I fidgeted with a strap of my backpack that was hanging down. "Do you need anything? Work wise? Ah…feedback about the meeting?" I wasn't sure what he was doing at my cubicle when the office was emptying fast and furious. Shouldn't he be on his way with Ann to New York?

"No, Naya, I have no feedback and I don't need anything from you."

He sounded angry, and I had no idea why. I couldn't figure this guy out. And I didn't even want to anymore. I was tired of being snapped at by people who had no reason to be rude to me. I was quiet. I minded my own business. I didn't cause drama. I was every bully's pet project!

"Okay, then. Have a great Thanksgiving. I'll see you next week."

He straightened as I walked past him out of my cubicle.

I was in the lobby, picking up my bicycle from the storage room there when I saw Amias again. He was talking to the security guard, his backpack with him.

I nodded at the security guard. "Have a great Thanksgiving, Fred."

"You too, Naya."

I looked outside and sighed. It was starting to snow. Good thing I had gotten winter tires on my bicycle two weeks ago because it was getting dangerous on the ice.

Amias surprised me again by joining me outside. I let the bicycle lean against me as I tightened my scarf and pulled my hat around my ears. It was gonna be a chilly ride!

"Naya, why don't you have a car?"

He was asking a whole hell of a lot of personal questions, and it made me uneasy. Was he just collecting information to tell his girlfriend so they could make fun of the drab fashion-less Naya? God, didn't these people have anything better to do?

"I like to bicycle," I replied.

"In this weather?"

I chuckled. "It's not always pleasant or fun. But I've got to get home."

"Are you not getting paid enough?"

"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe he'd said what he had. What business was it of his how I spent my money?

"I don't understand why you don't have a car."