Page 8 of Unforeseen Love

His lips curling into a smirk makes me want to kick him in the shin, but knowing my luck, I’ll end up with a broken toe for my trouble.

“So, want to walk to work together?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Not particularly. But something tells me you’re used to getting your own way.”

“You know, Morticia, you shouldn’t make assumptions about people. It’s not very nice.” He taps my nose with the tip of his index finger.

I recoil and back up against the wall.

“And you shouldn’t touch people without their consent,” I reply, hating how breathless I sound. What the actual hell?

He holds his palms up in mock surrender, but he lets his eyes roam down the length of my body and then back to my face.

“Wouldn’t want you to complain to HR.” His tone is dry, but a mischievous glint lights up his eyes.

I step around him and head towards the front door, the sound of his heavy footfalls letting me know he’s right behind me.

I stop suddenly, causing Theo to walk into me, shunting me forward. His hands go to my shoulders––whether it’s to steady himself or me, I’m not sure, but he quickly lets me go, and I spin around. I open my mouth to give him one except shirt he has on completely catches me off guard.

“You aren’t seriously going to work wearing that, are you?” I ask, pointing to his T-shirt.

The one which reads, ‘Eat, sleep, do creepy mortician stuff, repeat’.

He looks down at himself and picks off some lint.

“It happens to be one of my favourites.” The defensiveness in his tone almost makes me feel bad for saying something, almost.

Raising my eyebrows, I put a hand on my hip. “Don’t tell me you have more?” I ask, but I’m not in the least bit surprised.

“Of course, as well as other things,” he says, leaning by my ear. “But those are for me to know and you to find out.”

I lean back. “Yeah, that’s a no from me. But seriously, you can’t wear that.”

“Chill, Morticia, I officially don’t start work until tomorrow. I’m just helping Ewan move his stuff, and then I’ll be sorting out my office most of the day.”

‘Inhale, exhale,’It’s a constant mantra I have to maintain when I’m around him. “Fine, whatever. Can you stop calling me bloody Morticia Addams? It wasn’t funny at Uni, and it’s even less funny now.”

He cocks his head to the side, as if contemplating my words. “Depends. Are you going to let me drink your coffee?”

Is he for real? “You alreadyhavebeen drinking my coffee.”

Theo laughs at my response, which only irks me even more.

“I’ll think about it,” he replies, as though it’s up for negotiation before reaching over my shoulder to open the front door, giving me no choice but to step closer to him to turn around. Does he have no boundaries whatsoever?

ChapterSix

Theo

It’s fun to wind her up. I can’t seem to stop myself, whether it’s getting in her space or just being facetious. And yes, I’m all for a mortician joke, but did she seriously think I’d wear a shirt that reads, ‘Eat, sleep, do creepy mortician stuff, repeat’? Okay, granted, I probably don’t do myself any favours by the way I act at times, and no doubt Uncle Ewan will admonish me too.

Sienna stomps her way down the stairs before we exit and make our way around to the back entrance. She already has her keys in hand and unlocks the door.

“Have a nice day, Morticia,” I say, unable to stop myself.

She glances at her wrist before her eyes connect with mine, right before she flips me off and turns on her heels.

“Now that’s no way to treat your new boss,” I say to her retreating back.

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