Page 13 of Rich and Bossy

How? What?

A million questions go through my mind all at once.

I can’t see his eyes because he has on aviators in the middle of a store like an idiot, but the firm set of his jaw says it all. He might be smiling, but he’s not amused. Not by a long shot.

All the fear turns to rage, and I have to use every ounce of willpower to tamp it down.

Be the bigger person.

“Are you kidding me right now?” My head snaps around wildly, eyes darting back and forth.

“Just needed to make some copies. You almost done?” He smirks and looks down at the machine.

“Go away please.”

He smiles. “You know, I don’t think I will.”

Words can’t express how much I hate his attitude right now. He’s doing this because he can. What a jerk. Is he following me?

“Please go away. I want to be alone.”

“You don’t own this store or the copy machine.”

“Neither do you.” I glare back at him.

He snickers. “I could. If I wanted. Dying business model though. Digital age and all that.”

I decide being angry is exactly how he wants me. He wants me flustered, so I’m going to do the opposite of what he wants. “Is that supposed to be some kind of disguise? Like people know you?”

“Yeah, I thought it was pretty good. Does it suck?”

“It looks like something out of a Marvel movie, like Captain America and Falcon inCivil War.” I still maintain those were the most horrific hat and sunglass disguise combos in cinema history. “You look ridiculous. At least get something with a team on it.”

“Sound advice. I’ll go with a Twins hat next time.”

I nod, still unable to believe this conversation is happening. “It would work better, if you were actually in danger of people knowing who you are.”

“Well, I’m the CEO of one of the largest companies in the world, so…”

“Nobody cares.”

“You care.”

“Why are you here?” I snap back at him. “Following me? Seeing what I’m up to?”

“Yeah.”

“Which question were you answering?”

“Both.” He smirks again.

Why does that smirk look so damn good on him?

“So, you’re stalking me.”

“You said following. In your question. I’m not stalking. That has a negative connotation.”

“I’m aware of the damn…” I stop myself mid-sentence and take a breath.

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