Page 6 of The B!tch List

“Supposed to be, why?”

He raised his brows. “Thought you might want to know I’m taking a date.”

Ignoring the tiny little jump my heart made, I curled my lip. “And?”

“Don’t want you walking in and seeing me with Ruthie.”

“And I would care because?”

Shaw chuckled and opened the door. “Whatever, Nancy, whatever.”

He disappeared through the door and didn’t even close it behind him.

“Close the door,” I yelled.

“Damn, sorry.” I heard him call back. “I’m already at the elevator.”

Stomping across my wooden floor, I put my hand on the doorframe and looked out into the hallway where Shaw was leaning against the wall. He was looking down at his phone as he absentmindedly pressed the call button for the elevator.

There was no doubt he was handsome, and he definitely had skills in the bedroom department, but all that aside he made my piss boil.

“You could have closed it behind you.”

He looked up. “Thought you might change your mind about me leaving.”

“Are you crazy?” I asked. “Why the hell would I do that? I told you, it won’t be happening again. You’re a despicable person and I can’t believe I let you…” I looked around the hallway to check we were alone, “put your penis inside of me.”

“Honestly,” he said, pushing away from the wall. “I can’t believe I actually wanted to.”

“And I can’t believe you even have the nerve to dislike me,” I cried, taking a step outside my front door.

“You have a big opinion of yourself, Nancy,” he said with a sigh as the elevator door whooshed open. “Anyone would think your shit don’t stink.”

He stepped inside and turned to give me a tight-lipped smile and I felt my insides twist with distaste for him.

“It doesn’t as much as yours, you stupid asshole.”

Yep, I really needed to make a new list of insults. That was just damn lazy.

“Says the Queen of Assholes,” he called back, waving with a smirk as the doors closed on him.

“Ugh,” I groaned, slamming back inside my apartment. “What a motherfucker.”

Growling to myself, I went over to my desk, snatched up a pen and pad and wrote at the top of the paper.

Nancy’s Bitch List for Shaw

Maximus Douchimus

When I got back to the office, Tate was talking to Evie who looked like she’d been crying.

I had a sister and had learned when to keep my nose out of it, so I nodded and walked on by, hearing a sniff from Evie as I did.

“You sure you don’t want to go home?” I heard Tate ask. I assumed Evie shook her head because then he said, “Okay, but just say the word if you do.”

Almost at my desk, I pulled up short when my boss called my name.

“Hey, Tate,” I replied, turning to him.

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