Page 88 of Positively Pricked
God, how cluelesswasthis guy? I made a point of looking at the reception area door. "You really need to go."
He didn't budge. "What if I don't?"
I stared at him. What kind of question was that? We had security. They were top-notch. Technically, I could call them right now and have Professor Lumberjack tossed out on his ass.
I wassotempted.
But that was hardly the way to avoid a scene. So instead, I said, "Please. Just go, okay?"
When hestilldidn't move, I marched past him toward the big glass door that led out of the reception area. I yanked the door open wide and said, "Thanks for stopping by. But Ireallyneed to get back to work."
He still didn't budge. "But I just got here," he whined.
Damn it.
With growing desperation, I said, "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
His gaze narrowed. "When?"
Double damn it."Tonight. Whenever." Just leave already.
But he didn't. Instead, he muttered, "Oh, shit."
I was momentarily confused until I heard something that mademecurse, too. It was Paisley's voice shrieking out from somewhere behind me. "I knew it!"
