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“I think you’re a great guy, but I’m seeing someone.” Was I seeing someone? I mean, I was in the midst of the world’s longest fling that had been extended multiple times. But what were we? We weren’t anything official.
But it felt like… everything.
How sad was it that the best relationship I’d ever had wasn’t even an actual relationship? It was a secret.
A deliciously dirty little secret.
“Really? It seems like you’re always at work. I didn’t think you would have time for a boyfriend.”
Wow. Way to analyze my life with absolutely no knowledge or facts. We literally spent twenty minutes a day together in a group while playing ping-pong.
Note to self… Craig was a bit judgy. I think his ping-pong success was already going to his head.
“It’s not serious, but we aren’t seeing other people.”
“Well, what if I told you I was a serious guy?”
“I would thank you for that information.” I shrugged. What the hell was going on?
“When yournot-seriousrelationship implodes, I’ll be here, Georgia.”
He was so intense. He appeared to be a guy who was maybe three minutes away from grabbing a boom box and resting it on his shoulder and serenading me.
This had come out of left field.
“Georgia,” a deep voice barked from behind me. I whipped around to see Maddox standing there, looking broody as always, and I didn’t miss the way the veins in his neck were bulging and his hands were fisted at his sides. “Lunch is over. My office. Now.”
Hello, Bossman.
I liked seeing him all worked up.
Craig just stood there, and I had no choice but to put my hands on his chest and push him back gently at first, and then harder when I realized he wasn’t budging.
“Excuse me.” I slipped between him and the ping-pong table and made my way toward the stairs, where my ever-angry boss-slash-lover glared past me at the man who’d just asked me out.
I hurried up the stairs and into his office, and he was hot on my heels before slamming the door and facing me.
“What the fuck was that?”
“What do you mean?”
“With Anus-hole,” he growled, moving closer to me as his hands wrapped around my wrists.
“Anus-hole?”
“That asshole, Craig. That’s his last name.”
Laughter bellowed from my belly, and my entire body shook. “His name is Craig Anistilo.”
“Same thing. What the fuck was that about?”
“He asked me out. It was not a big deal.”
“And what did you say?” He tightened his grip on me, pulling me against his body.
“I said no. I told him that I was seeing someone, but it wasn’t serious.”
His gaze softened, and he released my wrists. “He’s fucking fired.”
