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Even now, the thought of him walking in and seeingherwas a little hard to stomach.
In fact, the thought of him seeinganyonewas hard to stomach.
Damn it.When didthathappen?
I didn't know. It wasn't something I'd been planning on.
And it wasn't something I wanted.
Not with him.
He was a player. And bossy in more ways than one. Plus, he'd told me up-front that he didn't do relationships.Maybe I should've listened.
At the desk, Morgan was saying, "It's not forme, Silly. It's forhim."
I swallowed. "What?"
"Yeah." She gave a little giggle. "I'm gonna make him wear it."
The mask?
Oh, God.That was an image I didn't need. In this little fantasy of hers, would he be wearingonlythe mask?
Beyond disturbed, I said, "So…are you expecting him?" I figured she'd say no, but itwouldbe good to hear.
She smiled. "Oh yeah. Any minute."
My heart sank. "Oh." I hesitated. "Is he expectingyou?"
"Well, I hope so," she said with a laugh. "Otherwise, I got dressed up for nothing."
Dressed up?
That's not howIwould've put it.
She pointed to the mask. "So are you gonna give me that thing or not?"
Now, I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what todoeither. I looked down at the mask. I'd already told her that I'd found it in my office, so I couldn’t exactly claim it was mine or of sentimental value.
I almost scoffed out loud.Sentimental value? Who was I kidding?Even if Ihaddeveloped feelings for Jaden, it's not like he'd ever return them.
He'd madethatperfectly clear from the get-go. And like an idiot, I'd convinced myself that I'd wanted the same thing.
Now, I wasn't so sure.
The only thing Ididknow was that if I stood around, staring at Morgan for another moment, I'd surely say something I'd regret. So, with a bitter laugh, I tossed her the mask and said, "It's all yours."
After that, I didn't stick around. After all, tomorrow was the same Saturday that Jaden was forcing me to work, which meant that I'd be seeing him in just a few hours.
But now, I didn't feel like seeing him. If I was lucky, I decided, he'd either stay far away from the office or at the very least, be up for some sort of reasonable discussion so we could figure things out.
But when Saturday came, he was in no mood to be reasonable.
Or maybe that was just me.
Chapter 54
"Nice going," he said.
