Page 21 of My Undead Heart
“God, he’s so annoying,” I mutter under my breath.
“Such a dick,” Jared agrees.
“And the perfect reminder why I keep my fantasies restricted to those of the fictional variety.” My hands go to Jared’s shoulders and I scoot him out of my cubicle. “Time to get back to work, mister. We have another thirty minutes before lunch.”
“Whatever you say, Kitten,” he calls over his shoulder.
But once Jared’s sitting in his cubicle, I drag my purse out from the bottom drawer of my desk and retrieve the card that’s quickly burning a hole in my mind. South Side Gym. Hmm ... That sounds promising. The address is only a few blocks from here. I slide the card beneath my cell phone so I don’t forget to look up the website during my lunch break. Who am I kidding? There’s no chance I’ll be able to wait until then. Chancing a quick glance over each shoulder, I pull up a new window on my web browser and type in the address. Within moments, I’m rewarded with pixelated images of that same hunk of a man from Friday’s bar-tastrophy.
Maybe I’ll stop by after work. But only if I have time.
Yeah, right. I know damn well that’s exactly where I’ll be heading the minute the clock strikes six.
