Page 69 of Loathe at First Sight

And I’m choosing not to think about that kiss. It doesn’t matter. It was a mistake—at least he thinks so.

As for me, I’m pretty sure I just need to get laid. I haven’t been kissed in so long, that a small peck has me wanting to drop my panties. I just need to have an orgasm that isn’t induced by my own hand…or vibrator.

I turn the corner onto Peach Street and see a familiar face walking my way. Jamie spots me and immediately starts to smile.

“Hey, you,” I greet. “How’s it going?”

“Oh, pretty good. Just stopped by the store to grab a couple of things.” He holds up the brown paper sack of assorted items.

Speaking of orgasms, why not go ahead and plan a date with Jamie? He has shown interest, and our fun got cut short at Single’s Night. Maybe I can get laid sooner rather than later.

Without much thought, I blurt, “Do you want to go out sometime?”

He looks a little shocked by the question. “Uh, Liz, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Oh?” I stammer. “Why not? I thought we had a good time the other night.”

“It’s just…” He awkwardly fidgets with the bag.

“It’s just what?”

“I kind of told Jack that I would stay away from you?”

My jaw literally drops. “Excuse me?”

“I think he’s got a thing for you or something. I just didn’t want to get in the way of—”

I cut him off. “There is nothing to get in the way of because that man and I mean nothing to each other. In fact, I’m pretty sure that he hates me.”

“It doesn’t seem that way to me.” He sighs. “Look, maybe I’m wrong. There may be nothing there, but he’s my boss, and I don’t want to do anything that may make things weird, you know?”

“Oh, right. ” I say in barely more than a whisper.

“Well, I better get going. I have ice cream I need to get in the freezer.”

He gives a small wave and walks away. Meanwhile, white-hot rage boils inside me.

Who the fuck does Jack think he is? He can’t just tell his minions to stay away from me like he’s some sort of mob boss.

What an asshole!

As if my feet are guided by nothing more than my anger, they start to walk directly toward the auto shop.

He better be there.

On the short walk, it starts to pour down rain—as if I’m not already mad enough. Now, my hair is going to get wet and dry five times larger than its normal size.

This night just keeps getting better.

I storm through the front door of the shop, water dripping off of me as I look for any signs of life. I see a light coming from the office, so I head in that direction. I get a little angrier with every stomp.

When I reach the doorway, I look inside and see Jack working at his desk.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I ask, causing him to look up at me.

“I thought we already went over this. I’m Jack. You’re Liz.” Sarcasm drips off his words.

“Don’t play coy with me, buddy,” I say, walking further into the room. “Why the fuck would you tell Jamie not to date me?”

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