Page 70 (1/2)

Oh Holy Shit That horrible fucker!

My breath caught Actually…not so horrible fucker

A pretty aht My eyes squeezed shut and now I considered ured it out sooner The way he’d touched ht at the bar How incredible it had felt And it hadn’t been the first ti…

But what to do now? My first inclination was to go running hoet I’d ever worked at a place called Draco or ever met a dickhead naht of leaving hi where I’d vanished to

I grabbed the shirt, the suit and the first tie I could reach off the rack--an ugly dark pink one with bright,on it and I assuo chat up his invest a Skittles tie

Myup

Should I confront him?

I wanted to I really wanted to But that streak of cowardice rose up again I’d have to think about this…et him back

I shoved the clothes into the hatchback ofwheel all the way back and seethed, wondering how long it would take e to do it

Or would I chicken out again?

No I’d do it later today after hisAt the Starbucks, I du coffee And if he dared say anything about it… Or if he waved that recommendation in my face… I’d--I’d…well, I wasn’t sure what I’d do, but I’d ood

I arrived at the office with his clothes inside a gar draped over my shoulder and his coffee cup into knock

Jordan was sitting at the desk in his stained undershirt He stood when I came in

I was so furious I couldn’t even look at hi across his desk and set down the coffee

Before I couldenough At least you got things right this time That’s my favorite suit"

"Oh really? This is your favorite suit?" And I lost it The rage was too much I couldn’t take another ht before it erupted Mt Vesuvius had nothing on rabbed his shitty cup of coffee, popped off the lid and drenched the godda until later after all