Page 44 of Accepting Fate

What the hell?

I know everyone in the shop is staring now. I need to get this girl out of her before she causes a bigger scene.

“I think you need to leave. There is a bar full of single men across the street that I’m sure would love to take advantage of your offer.”

She raises her voice even louder than before. “Oh, so you don’t want to fuck me because you already have a bitch? Well, sweetie, I can guarantee I fuck twice as hard as she does.”

Fucking hell man.

“Alright, I was being nice but now you are causing a scene in my shop. Leave before I make you.”

Still not taking the hint, she closes the space between us. “Call your girl and get her down here. I’ll prove to you I’m ten times better.”

Did this chick snort a line of coke in the bathroom when she took a break or something? Because what the fucking hell is up with her?

“Oh, sweetie,” Cass is suddenly at my side and chimes in. “If he’s talking about who I think he’s talking about, that girl could beat you ten times over and twice on Sunday. Now get the fuck out before I call the cops.”

Cass for the win. I will be showing up with Mom’s chocolate chip cookies the next day we work together.

She walks up and grabs the clingy girl by the arm, digging her nails in and making her squeal. Cass just laughs at the dramatics and drags her to the door.

Opening the door and pushing her through, Cassie yells, “Have a good day, sweetie, don’t fall on too many dicks on your walk home.” With that, she pulls the door closed and gives me a fist bump on the way back to her desk. I don’t miss the longing look she shoots at Trav before focusing back on her sketchpad.

Yeah, I’m not touching that with a ten-foot pole. Everyone deserves to find their someone. They are adults and can make their own decisions. As long as they aren’t fucking in the bathroom or if they break up, they don’t cause drama in the shop, I couldn’t care less.

Making my way back to my desk, I thank God that that shit is over.

Normally, I ignore the comments and the subtle touches, but this girl was handsy as fuck during the session. Every time I hit a sensitive spot, she would jump and grip my leg or my arm.

She asked for three breaks and every time, she was stuffing some makeup product back in her purse. Clearly, during her last break, she did more than put on more lipstick.

Slumping into my chair, I check my phone. The screen is full of emails and texts from the group chat with parents but I ignore them all and tap on the text from Logan.

Logan: Needy man? Try again, big guy. But I am very curious on what your idea of a date entails…

I check to see when she sent the text. Crazy chick took up over four hours of my time, plus the time it took to clean up and kick her out.

She sent the text over an hour ago.

Instead of waiting for a text, I call her.

Picking up on the first ring, her sweet voice answers. “Well, well, well. Isn’t it the needy caveman...”

Sliding my chair, I back myself into the corner further behind my desk so I can avoid the people in the shop listening.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” she says shyly.

“Feeling better?” I ask.

“Much better.”

“Any more nightmares?”

She takes a moment to respond. “Nope. I slept like a rock. Thank you again for last night.”

“Anytime, Angel. So, any way I could convince you to have dinner with me tonight?”

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