Tavon laughed. "I didn't say you were. Are you sure you're okay? You're kind of hostile this morning. I mean, I hate Monday's just as much as the next guy. But you're like on a whole other level."
"Yeah, I'm just...PMSing."God, why did I just say that?!It wasn't even true.
"Gross. Too much information, Fight Club."
"You asked."
"I did not ask that."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Anyway, I needed to ask you. What's Sierra's deal?" Tavon asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know...like is she single? Is she looking for something casual? Or is she a commitment type of girl?"
"Tavon, you've spent more time with her than I have."
"But what have you found out?" he asked.
"Nothing. Although, I'm going to take a guess and say she's not interested in you."
"Harsh. I guess you are PMSing."
"Sorry, I didn't mean that. But even if she was interested, and I have no idea if she is, you shouldn't get involved. Because dating is complicated. It's exhausting. And terrifying. Just...don't do it. It's not worth this feeling." I was about to burst into tears again.
Zach was staring at me with the most sympathetic expression on his face, which just made me feel even worse.
"Yeah...I was thinking more about a one night stand kind of situation anyway," Tavon said. "To break that streak she has going on."
"All men are disgusting." I stood up and walked toward the break room. It felt like I couldn't breathe. I was glad when Zach didn't follow me to try to squeeze out information from me. I leaned against the counter and poured myself a cup of coffee.
"Hey, Penny," Nita said as she walked into the break room. "I was just getting James his coffee. He's looking for you." She filled up a mug. "Do you want to just give it to him? I need to use the restroom real quick."
Would it be rude of me to say no? Probably."Yeah, sure."
"Thanks, Penny." She handed me the cup and quickly walked out of the room.
I looked down at the two cups of coffee in my hands. Maybe it was better to get it out of the way sooner than later. I needed to just confront him. And then he'd apologize. Then we'd be good. Simple.
I felt like I wanted to throw up. I tried to tell myself it was from eating a pint of ice cream instead of how worried I was about losing him. Before I could think anymore, I walked out of the break room and toward James' office.
The blinds were open and he saw me before I even attempted to knock. Which was good because my hands were full. He opened up the door, grabbed both cups from me, and placed a swift kiss on my cheek. "Good morning, beautiful." He had a huge smile on his face. His hair was still wet from his shower and it was starting to curl in that way I loved so much. And he was wearing his glasses, which had always been a weakness for me. I hadn't noticed how tan he had gotten earlier when I had stared at him sleeping. It just made him look even sexier, which for some reason made me angrier.
Why does he look so happy? The guilt should be eating away at him. I closed the door behind me and followed him toward his desk.
He placed the mugs down on his desk and then grabbed my arm, pulling me against his chest. "God, I missed you." He pressed his lips against mine before I could protest. I could have easily gotten lost in that kiss. But I couldn't stop picturing him kissing Isabella. I pulled away from him.
"James, the blinds are open."
He winked. "Gotcha. I was thinking the same thing." He let go of me, walked over to the windows, and began to close the blinds. "It's about time we bent those rules. All I've been thinking about since you started working here is having you on this desk."
I swallowed hard. "No, that's not...I don't think we should bend the rules." I sat down in one of the chairs and grabbed my cup of coffee, using it as almost a shield.
He walked up behind me and ran his hand down the side of my neck.
I still got chills whenever he touched me. Even though I was mad at him, that feeling hadn't just disappeared overnight. I still wanted him just as much as I always did. Probably even more since I hadn't been able to have him in so long.