Page 9 of Waiting for Acceptance
“Why?” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I don’t have one in my office yet and you were out at showings, so I borrowed it.” His explanation comes so casually. As if it’s totally fine that he went into my office while I wasn’t here and took something that doesn’t belong to him.
I clench my jaw so hard that it hurts, storming past him and heading straight for his office. I feel him walking behind me, even though he doesn’t make a sound when he moves.
“You can’t just go into people’s offices while they’re not here and take their stuff.” I groan, leaning over his desk chair to use his computer.
“Says the woman currently in someone else’s office, using a computer that doesn’t belong to her.” I glare at him over the topof the screen, seeing the look of amusement on his face as he leans in the doorway.
“I need my next listing printed, and since youstolemy printer, I have to print it in here.” His arms are crossed over his chest like he’s got all the time in the world. Which he probably does since he doesn’tdoanything except take phone calls and get on my nerves.
“Borrowed.”
“What?” I snap, snatching the paper from the printer tray.
“You said I stole your printer, but I only borrowed it. I planned to return it before you got back, your little impromptu drop-in before your last showing was unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be back until about four-thirty. My plan was to have it back in its home by then. Safe and sound.” His completely bored tone has me itching to rebuttal, but I can’t.
“I—how—”Too many thoughts, not enough caffeine to make sense of any of them.“Don’t take my stuff.” I point a finger in his face like a moody teenager before turning to storm out, only stopping when I hear him speak again.
“Make time to check your emails before the end of the day.”
I’m going to murder him with his own office supplies.
With the realization that I have lost at least ten minutes of travel time arguing with him about my printer, I put my homicidal plans on hold and continue storming out. Once I’m back in my car I grab my bag from the floorboard to reapply my lipgloss and notice the folder I thought I’d left at the office is shoved under the passenger seat.
“Awesome.”
So I could have gotten my espresso and avoided running into Fitz—who has managed to put me in an outrageous mood in record time. Love this for me.
Unable to fight the urge to see what email he was talking about, I grab my phone and open my mail folder, but when I open it up I find not onlyonebutthreeemails from him instead.
I take a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling both on a three count and when that doesn’t work—I bare my teeth and scream. As if the universe knew I needed a cure for my onset anxiety attack, my phone dings with a text.
Tay
Anyone wanna move girls night up to tonight?
Shane
Sure!
Ruby
I’m down, I’m off today so I can host.
Me
Music to my ears. I’ll be there.
Leah
Hump dayyy.
Me
More like get fucked dayyyy, and not in the good way.
Ruby
