Page 205 of Our Way
Fuck. I’m a bitch. I’m a total fucking bitch, but I don’t give a damn. He deserved it.
Is that lipstick for him?
Of all the fucking nerve. I need coffee. I walk down to the cafeteria. My face is flushed, and I can feel the adrenaline still surging through my veins.
Nobody can piss me off like Nathan Mercer can.
“Eliza!” a woman’s voice calls.
I turn to see Stephanie in her white coat with her stethoscope around her neck.
“Hi.” She smiles.
“Oh, hello.” I’m taken aback. I didn’t expect to see her.
“Have you got a minute?”
“I haven’t actually, I’m in a rush,” I lie. I’m an hour early. I was so pissed off, I didn’t even look at the clock. “What do you want?”
Her face falls. She looks around as if uncomfortable. “I was just hoping we could talk.”
“About what?” I ask flatly.
“Um.” She fakes a smile, and it’s obvious she’s uncomfortable. “I was just… I was hoping we could be friends. Nathan mentioned that…”
He’s talked to her about me? My temper explodes like a firecracker, and the sky turns red.
“You’re not the kind of friend I would want, Stephanie.”
Her face falls. “Why not?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose with a chuckle. This woman is fucking stupid.
“I would expect a friend of mine to direct me back to the person I had feelings for. Not ask him to…” I pause and search for the right word. “Practice his skills on me.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Don’t be a fool.” Her eyes hold mine. “Do you know what I would do to have a man like Nathan Mercer in love with me?’
“I do.” My furious eyes hold hers. “Fall to your knees and suck his dick.” I turn and march off.
I storm into my office and throw my bag on the desk. I text the girls.
We are going out tonight.
Stretch up.
21
Eliza
It’s 2:00 p.m. when an email pings in my inbox from Nathan Mercer. I roll my eyes and open it.
Good afternoon, Miss Bennet,
I hope you are having a nice day.
