Page 90 of That First Date
KALI
He’s such a baby back bitch. Why haven’t you blocked his number yet?
PEYTON
Marc didn’t tell you yet?
WHAT IS THERE TO TELL ME? I JUST GOT TO WORK!
KALI
This should be good.
PEYTON
You should really ask him.
When I pull my eyes away from my phone to look back at Marc, he’s staring at me with his signature scowl. Only this one is darker. I hate myself at this moment, not because I've done anything wrong. I ended things with Dean, and he’s just crazy. But it’s because he has this unexplainable power over me to make me melt into a puddle regardless of how he’s looking at me.
Marc briefly takes his eyes off of me to pick up his desk phone, pressing a single button before he leans back in his chair, and his eyes are back on me, burning through me like daggers.
My desk phone startles me when it starts ringing.
I shoot him a ‘you can’t be serious’look with my eyes before I finally answer.
“What can I help you with,sir?”
His brows furrow, but he doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, he watches me. His phone pressed to his ear, as his eyes incinerate me from head to toe while sparks skate across my skin.God dammit, Marc.
“We’re going out Saturday night,” he finally says flatly.
“Oh, are we back to the grumpy boss who thinks he can just order me around and tell me what I’m doing on my weekends off?” I keep my eyes locked on him before they trail down to his mouth when I catch his tongue roll over his bottom lip.
My thighs begin to rub together in my seat on instinct.
Now is not the fucking time, vagina.
“Like I said… Saturday night, we’re going out.”
“No. I’m busy,” I lie.
His jaw tightens, and I watch as his knuckles go white, gripping the phone. Is that… jealousy?
“It wasn’t a question.”
“Maybe not.” I lift my shoulder. “But I had an answer. And that answer happens to be a big fatno, in neon lights.”
“Going out with the boyfriend you’ve been texting since you got here?”
And there it is.
That confirms that whatever is happening here, whatever happened yesterday morning, has to do with Dean. But how?
“You know what? Fuck you, Marc.”
For the first time in days, I see a smirk form on his face. “Gladly, Princess.”
I do my best to hide my face because he’s still watching me. His eyes haven’t left mine this entire conversation. One we could haveclearlyhad face to face and not over the phone.