Page 45 of Rooster

It seemed playful and fun while I was doing it, but now, as Bandera parks, I can't help but wonder if it makes me look desperate.

I could easily come on to him like I normally would every other guy, but everything that has happened and his connection to Henry has shaken my confidence a little. I don't know if I can afford to take another hit if he shoots me down.

The man is an absolute anomaly. I've never approached a guy and found it hard to know what he was thinking or, at minimum, know if he was attracted to me. I've seen glances from Robert that tell me he's attracted to something about me, but the man hasn't made a single move.

As excited as I was to get home, I feel like slinking off to my room when I step through the front door. That urge doesn't stop my eyes from drifting toward Robert's office the second I get a chance.

"Have a good evening," Bandera says as he closes the front door before disappearing up the stairs.

"You too," I say, but he's already cresting the top of the stairs.

I give the office door one last look before turning toward the kitchen, and I find Robert standing near the sink with a wide smile on his face as he watches me.

Did he see me look toward his office twice? If he noticed and he's smiling, that means something, right?

My cheeks heat as I cross the room to join him in the kitchen, and my stomach swims with butterflies and embarrassment for the way I acted at work today.

Is he the type of guy that would bring it up?

Did he see me wink at the cameras?

If he doesn't say anything, does that mean he didn't notice, or is it because he isn't interested?

Why am I all up in my head over this?

I blame recent trauma for walking up to him and not saying anything like a shy schoolgirl. Acting this way is nothing like I've done in the past. I've always been very quick to state my intentions, simply because I move on so quickly.

Men, as a whole, bore me. They always have. Maybe I'm the female equivalent of a playboy.

I'm looking for a good time, a couple of orgasms, and no drama.

"How was your day at work?" he asks as he leans on the counter, resting his elbows on the counter and placing his face in his palms.

"Boring," I say, repeating what I told Bandera because it's the truth.

"No excitement?"

"Steve asked if I hated my breasts since I wore a dress that showed no cleavage," I mutter.

He watches me, eyes doing that shocked, slow-blink thing.

"Excuse me?" he asks as he stands.

The man looks like he's ready to charge to my office and defend my honor.

"He's a creep."

"I can ruin his life in like three clicks," he mutters, but the tone of his voice tells me that he could probably do it in two.

"He's not worth the jail time," I assure him.

He stiffens even further as if he hadn't considered that doing what he threatened would be against the law.

"Let me know if you change your mind," he says, his face still as serious as when I first mentioned Steve.

"Will do," I assure him, but Steve is an idiot I can handle on my own. "I see you found a shirt."

His smile grows as I point to his body.

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