Page 163 of Lilah
"You're wrapped around her finger," he chuckles.
"I know," I keep my eyes trained on the files that cover the table in front of us.
She's theoneperson who I let tell me what to do. It pisses me off how I can't win anything around her. Arguments? Absolutely fucking not.
"You admit it?" He places a couple of papers down, his voice a little surprised.
I encourage it. I need someone to keep my shit together when I can't.
I wake up drunk: she's there with medicine and food. I'm in a pissy mood: she calls me out for it andmakesme get my shit together.
"It's fuckin' obvious," I grumble.
I'm fully aware that my eyes never stray from her when she's around. I'm fully aware she's obsessed with my ass. I'm fully aware I'm obsessed with her.
"You're damn right it is," he chuckles.
"Where's she at anyway?" He questions, "I hardly see you two separated."
She's acting all shy after earlier.
After she came down she could hardly look at me without blushing.
Fuck she's perfect.
"Runnin' around somewhere," I decide as an answer.
"Y'all aren't talking about me, are you?" Whatever her name is walks into the room.
Jai gives me a look and I scoff.
She moseys over to the table we're sitting at and leans her hands down onto it, her arm brushing against mine.
I grit my teeth and lean away from her.
I hate people and I hate them even fucking more when theytouchme.
"So, do we have anything scheduled for tonight?" She asks all fucking jolly.
I look up at the time. Seven.
"Grey's got a few things to write up but other than that, the bar's open tonight," Jai pushes from the table and stands, gathering the files in his hands.
"Paperwork?" She shoots up, "Can I help?"
Jai turns to me, a sly smirk on his face. Motherfucker.
I gather the rest of the files on the table and stand. I walk back to my office, away from the girl whose name I still don't know.
I close my door behind me and walk to the filing cabinet. My door opens and I grow even more irritated.
Get the fuck away from me.
I close the cabinet back after putting them all away and I turn.
What's-her-face stands directly in front of me, peering up at me.
I glare back at her and she bites her lip. Jesus Christ, I'd rather stare at a cow's ass.
