Page 37 of Love Marks
“I am not into her. She works for me.”
“You’re probably turned on by that little maid’s uniform. Does she have a feather duster, too?”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Thankfully, he dropped the subject and hasn’t brought it up since then. Ben has a habit of being wrong. Besides, he’s as hopeless as I am when it comes to romance, so he’s the last person I’ll be taking any sort of advice from. He’s working this weekend, so he cancelled our normal weekly run, so I’m currently at the gym, burning off the anger that seems ever-present these days.
I step off the treadmill and wipe off my sweat with my towel. I’m done for today so I head upstairs to my apartment, knowing what’s waiting for me will only kick my anger right back up again. I step out of the elevator and beeline towards my bedroom, hoping she won’t bother me.
“Wesley?” I hear her call out from the kitchen. Looks like I’m shit out of luck today.
“Yes?” I yell back and she comes from around the corner.
Holy shit.
She’s wearing leggings and a tight tank top. She looks like she’s on her way to the gym herself. My eyes wander all the way up her body before I meet her sparkling eyes.
“I hope it’s okay I ditched the uniform. I figured you’re the only one who sees me anyways,” she shrugs.
“Sure. Fine.” My eyes are on the floor, looking anywhere but her. “Was there something you needed? I need to shower.” I finally meet her eyes and her face is colored pink like she’s blushing.
“Yes. Right. Of course. Um.”
She glances away from me, seeming to consider something. I blink, waiting.
“Don’t get mad, okay?” She shifts back and forth on the balls of her feet, her hands clasped together. “I was getting the trash from your office, and I saw a spreadsheet on your desk. I really didn’t mean to look, but there’s a mistake on it.”
“You were looking through my desk?”
“No! I swear. I didn’t mean to read it, really. It was sitting right there!”
“What did I tell you about snooping in my stuff? You aren’t going to find your next big story.”
Dammit. Stupid of me to leave my stuff out. I’ve gotten too lax with her around, letting my guard down. Who knows what she might have found if I’d left more valuable documents sitting around? It was a mistake to bring her here at all.
“That’s not—” She cuts herself off with a groan. “God, you’re so infuriating sometimes!”
“You’ve already broken my trust once. Are you going for a second time?”
“I was just trying to help! I’m sorry, but whoever your accountant is needs to learn addition and subtraction. It’s a small mistake, but—”
“You think you can do his job better than he can?”
“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying there’s a mistake. I thought you would want to know. I’m just trying to help.”
Just when I think we can finally have a truce, a few weeks of civility, she had to cross the line. Again.
“Well. Thank you so much for the heads up, Miss Taylor. What would I do without you?” I sneer.
She looks livid. If it’s possible, she looks angrier than she did after our fight, and she was absolutely seething then.
“From now on, don’t go in my office at all. I can take my own trash out.”
“Fine. I’ll stay far away, Mr. Marks,” she snaps at me and turns away, storming back towards the kitchen. I don’t want to watch her go but I can’t help myself. The miniskirt was safer than those goddamn leggings. In the kitchen, I hear her grumbling under her breath and slamming cabinet doors harder than necessary.
Looks like things are back to normal between us.
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