Page 67 of In Love and War
“Your date looking for you?” he asked, following me into the bathroom.
“No,yoursis looking foryou,” I snapped bitterly, slipping into my dress.
I struggled with the zipper for a few seconds, and then he came up behind me and pulled it up.
“Fix your hair,” I said, turning around and reaching up to try and tidy it, but he grabbed my wrists.
“We need to get you cleaned up first,” he said.
“No, Zac, you need to go downstairs.Now.We can’t just suddenly reappear together after we’ve both been gone forwaytoo long. People are starting to notice.” I pulled back against his grip.
His lips pursed in reluctant agreement, and he let me go.
He knew I was right. This was a really,reallystupid thing we just did.
It took him less than thirty seconds to straighten out his hair and his jacket.
“Leave!” I hissed when he turned back to me instead of the door. His lips curved into a wicked grin in response to my agitation and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before walking out.
I took a deep breath, cleaned myself up, fixed my hair, and wiped the tiny bit of mascara that had run before going back into my room and putting on my shoes.
The only other thing…
I looked around, trying to spot the lace. I hadn’t worn a bra since this was a strapless, padded dress, but Idefinitelyhad underwear on. I looked on the bed, under it, on the floor, under the bedside table, but nothing.
Nada.
Me
I’m going to kill you. Straight up cold blooded murder.
El Diablo
;)
I walkedinto the Bloom & Co. office building feeling more chipper than I normally did on Monday mornings.
“Hold, please!” a voice exclaimed outside of the elevator doors just as they began to close. I stopped them and held for the girl that usually delivered Zac’s coffee in the mornings to jog in with his daily order in her hands.
“Thanks!” She smiled at me brightly.
The rich smell of coffee quickly filled up the small space, warming me up from the inside.
I should have grabbed a cup.
We walked in together, chatting about the weather, before parting as she made her way into Zac’s office and I stepped into mine.
Her voice increased an octave when she greeted him and echoed through the empty halls. I sat down and logged on to my computer, trying to ignore my rising levels of irritation incited by the giggles and chatter going on in the room next to mine.
How long does it take to deliver one coffee? Also, has her laugh always been this high-pitched?
I opened up and scanned through my emails, my foot tapping as I tried to tune out the noise and remind myself that I had no right to be annoyed. None whatsoever.
It was none of my business that she was playing with her long ponytail and tilting her head as she giggled, which I caught through my peripherals, thanks to our shared glass wall.
Nor was it any of my business that he was politely smiling back at her instead of telling her to go away.
So I began working instead of trying to listen in on what they were saying, a little internally embarrassed that I was actually jealous. Eventually she left, and I spent the next few hours catching up on some of the things I’d missed while I was flying back from New York on Friday.
