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Nina glares at me as she speaks to douche pants, “No, you don’t have to. He’s just being ridiculous—”
“Well, Seth,” I interrupt Nina. “I think you’re right, it’s been nice meeting you, but it’s time for you to go now.”
“His name is Sam!” Nina growls, looking as if she’s ready to strangle me.
He nods and pushes away from the table, and honestly, I’m a little shocked. I half expected him to put more effort into staying.
“It was nice helping you put furniture together.” He gives Nina a boyish smile, “I’ll see you at work on Monday.” Then he’s gone, walking out the door.
Of course, I’m left to face the wrath of Nina, the second he’s gone. She looks far more pissed than I’ve ever seen before.
Staring straight at me, her eyes burning into mine. “Do something like that again, and you can move out. I didn’t say or do anything when you had Sydney here. Maybe next time, I will.”
I shrug, “Won’t matter. Sydney’s not coming back.” With that, I tip the rest of my beer into my mouth and drink it down, letting the liquid fill my belly. I know I’ll regret what I just did tomorrow, but right now, I’m happier than a pig in shit.
NINA
I’ve never been so glad for it to be Monday morning, so I could go back to work. Avoiding Travis for the rest of the weekend was tiring, but I just couldn’t deal with him.
The way he acted, all jealous when he saw Sam and me together. I could’ve punched him in the face for acting the way he did, poor Sam didn’t deserve that, but part of me is simply confused about the whole thing.
I try to picture what it looked like when Travis walked in on us. We were entangled on the floor, and it probably looked like we were enjoying it, despite the kiss being a little lackluster, not that he needed to know that. It was hard to rationalize how he acted toward Sam when he had Sydney, the hot little number, pawing at him. After hours of analyzing the situation, I came to the conclusion that Travis was simply drunk and acting silly.
Ugh. I shouldn’t be thinking about this right now. Not at work when I’m here with Sam, who I have had to apologize to for Travis’s shit manners. All day, I’ve had the desire to pull Sam into an empty office and kiss him just to confirm that there wasn’t any passion there. So far, since that kiss, we haven’t seemed to have any chemistry. I think it’s because Travis is still very much on my mind. Maybe if I don’t focus on my hot roommate and just focus on my hot co-worker, it will make it a lot better.
I wrap up any contracts I’m working on and pin the names to the bulletin board in case I call in sick, and they need to know where I am. Looking at the six dirty coffee cups on my desk, I decide I better do some dishes.
Going into the kitchen, balancing all six cups, I run into Sam. The large mug of coffee in his hand, and the pot he’s brewing, mean he’s staying late in the office.
“Another late one,” I say as more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, they’re having a meeting tonight, they’ll want an errand boy for. Food, coffee, the whole thing.” He shrugs. “I’m here for whatever they need.”
“Such a good little errand boy,” I say and wish I hadn’t.
“Yeah, it helps me pay off my loans faster, extra hours equals extra money.”
I nod understandingly. My attempt to casually lean on the counter fails as I’m too close to the edge, and I spill onto the floor. I bump my elbow on the handle of the cabinet, and my funny bone erupts in pain. “Ow,” I say, but don’t show how much that sucks.
He helps me up with a laugh, and I blush. “I’m so clumsy,” I say, and then hate myself as I giggle like a dumb schoolgirl.
“Listen, I wanted to ask you,” he says. Here it is, he’s going to ask me out again or tell me he doesn’t ever want to go out again. I need to stop going into my head so much.
“Yes?”
“Would you want to go to the Renaissance Fair with me? There is one a little over an hour from here, and we really go all out. It’s my secret nerd identity, we dress the part and everything. It’s my friends from law school. A good way to blow off steam.”
“Really? I haven’t been to one since grade school,” I say. I really didn’t think that was what he would ask, but it might be fun.
“Yeah, that’s when I first went too.” He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture. It’s him and a group all dressed in old-timey looking clothing. The girls have their hair braided elaborately and their assets on display. He wasn’t kidding, they went all out. He looks hot in his tight clothing, holding a sword.
“All right, sounds fun,” I say and walk away before I can ruin my cool response.
When I get to the apartment, I start to freak out. I don’t even have anything to wear for something like that.
I need to get ready to go out to dinner with a girlfriend, but that’s still hours away. Since I have a bit before she picks me up, I start to look at Renaissance dresses and hairdos online. The dresses really cinch in and push up. I start to think my boobs would look really good in one of those.
There’s a costume shop close to the apartment called Molly’s Costumes. I figure it won’t hurt to just see what they have there. I might find something perfect and on sale. I pull on sweats and put my hair in a ponytail.
