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“Oh dear, why didn’t you get me a glass?” she asked as her eyes darted in my direction. That was when I saw the show and understood about her joke. Maybe she was right. Her being there would bring some warmth to the house; it had been cold for so long. And anything that was a distraction from what had happened in the bar was a
good thing. Even if it meant watching a show about vampires.
Chapter Nine
Ross
Craig wanted us to catch up the following morning. I wasn’t really in the mood, especially after such a rough night. I’d thought that having cold showers was supposed to work. It didn’t, and no matter how many times I tried to jerk off, I still couldn’t get Olivia off my mind. This wasn’t a fucking temptation issue, this was deeper than that and it made me feel on edge.
“You look like death warmed up,” he said as he went over to the bar at the corner of my office. We seemed to be doing that a lot lately and not even at night. Sometimes during the day or even first thing in the morning.
“I was going to suggest that we go out for coffee. Just to get out of the office for a change. Besides, this one smells off…” He moved to the sofa and started to sniff it. He wanted to know if I had sex in my office, which according to him seemed to be my favorite venue for fucking the secretaries. Craig was trying to figure out whether I tried anything with Olivia. I could have lied and told him nothing had happened, but that wouldn’t have worked on Craig. It hadn’t worked whenever I tried to lie to him before, it certainly wouldn’t work now.
“Nothing happened.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Something happened, otherwise you wouldn’t be looking like that. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
He sat in front of me and then crossed his legs. “You going to tell me? Or are you going to be playing games all day?”
He was right, I had no one else to talk to about this thing. And it was best that it was Craig, because he was my only voice of reason. Even if I hated listening to him sometimes.
“Just that…”
“Yes?”
“Well, I took her to the bar.”
“And?”
There was an awkward silence as I tried to describe what happened, knowing that in about twenty minutes she was either going to walk through the door and continue working here or walk through the door and give in her notice.
“Then I kissed her.”
“And?”
“Left the bar.”
“Shit, so let me get this straight.” He stood up and I knew that he was mocking me. So I avoided eye contact and just grabbed my jacket and then gestured for him to walk with me. I didn’t want to be in my office when Olivia came in. If she still came in.
“You kissed her. In public. You.” He was pointing his finger, trying to digest the same information that I spent all morning wrestling with.
“Yes.”
“Wow, you know what this means?”
I shook my head, thinking that I had a hard-on only when I heard her name. When I thought about her scent and that fucking sexy smile. An intelligent one that let me know that I didn’t even have to finish my sentence, because she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“You got it bad.”
I shook my head, because he’d completely lost me.
“Got what bad?”
It was one of those slang sentences that I could never comprehend and fucking irritated me. When did we lose the English language to this fucking gibberish?
“Love.”
He had me in stitches as I pressed the elevator button. I never laughed at anything, unless it meant another million in my account. This was fucking hilarious.
