Page 108 of Just for the Cameras
They chuckle together and isn’t that just fucking adorable?
It’s not.
I hate him.
I hate that I have to see his stupid fucking face more often than I want.
I hate that he works here with her and they have inside jokes.
And I hate how close he feels he needs to be to her whenever I’m around. I’m surprised he doesn’t have his hand down her pants, claiming Peru rights.
“Anyway, something to look forward to,” Maple adds, clearly sensing my tension.
I push off the counter. “Ready to go?”
“Oh, right. Yup. Let me grab my bag real quick.”
She takes off, leaving me with Slutty Little Glasses, and he has the audacity to try to have a conversation with me.
“You like her, huh?”
“Great observation,” I say. “And good thing since she’s my girlfriend.”
He studies me for a moment, almost as if he’s attempting to intimidate me.
Pathetic.
And then after a few seconds, he says, “She might be your girlfriend…for now…”
Then with that, he takes off.
The fuck did he just say?
Did he just threaten me?
Me?
Does he know what I’m capable of? That I could easily snap his thigh clean off his body, grill it up, and eat it for a fucking appetizer?
“Ready?” Maple says, coming back into the room and preventing me from moving in on the dangerous thoughts brewing in my mind.
Lucky for him.
I turn away from where he exited, grab her bag from her like I’ve done every day this week, then lead her out to the parking lot toward my truck, irritation nearly eating me alive the entire walk.
For now…as if it’s even a competition. Like he has anything over me.
I open the door for her, help her in, and set her bag down on the floorboard. But this time, instead of leaving right away, I grab her seat belt and lean across her lap, buckling her in, letting my body invade her space, and soaking in the fact that I’m the one doing this, not her.
“Oh.” She chuckles nervously. “Full service, how…different.”
I remain where I am, inches away from her face. Her eyes search mine for answers, her tongue peeking out and wetting her lips.
“Are you not okay with that?” I ask.
“Um, no, it’s…it’s fine. You know, do what you want to do,” she rambles. “If you like buckling me up, by all means, buckle away. I know you’re all about protection. You know, helmets and…pads…and…probably condoms, right?” Her eyes widen. “No, not condoms, I mean…I don’t know why I said that.” She waves her hand cutely in front of her face. “Is it hot in here?”
Any other time, I might actually smile at that, but thanks to myannoyed state, her rambling rolls right off me as I lift away from her and shut her door, not saying a damn thing, and get in on my side.
