“Why did you come and pick me up, Liam? Were you afraid I wasn’t going to show up tonight?”
“You said you weren’t in the mood, so I figured I’d come over and help change your mind.”
“Really? Is that the only reason?” he asks.
No!
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means maybe or maybe not,” I reply, sarcastically.
“You’re not very good at making conversation when you’re not in the office. What’s the matter, not such a tough guy when you don’t have your coworkers around to cheer you on?”
I angle a look in his direction very quickly before looking back out onto the road again. The arrogant fucker makes a very valid point. Yes, it’s true I like being the center of attention, especially at work where I know I havehisfull attention. And it gives me great pleasure teasing him every day when I know there is not a damn thing he can do about it without drawing attention to himself.
“I’m the boss, so people have to like me.”
Okay, that was a lame ass answer, but it’s all I can come up with in the spare moment. We’re making conversation. This is good.Reallygood.
“I guess that’s because you pay our wages. The last thing anyone wants to do is piss off the boss.”
“And what about you?” I ask.
“What about me?”
“How do you feel about pissing off the boss?”
This should be interesting …
“I’ve never really thought about it. And how did this conversation escalate so quickly? Weren’t we talking about family and secrets?”
“We were. Have anything you want to share?” I suggest.
“No. Not with you, anyway.”
Ouch!
I make the final turn to our destination and it’s only a short distance to the venue which I see approaching us on the left-hand side. I make the turn and find a spot in the parking lot. Once the car is parked and secure, I turn off the engine and step outside. Dylan moves at a fast pace but I’m quick to catch up to him, and as we step inside the main entrance, I’m met with several of my coworkers. I greet Monica and the other girls with a kiss on the cheek, and after shaking hands with the guys, we move toward the direction of the bar. I look over my shoulder and see Dylan walking several feet behind us.
“We’re headed to the bar, Dylan,” I say.
“Like I give a shit,” he replies.
I glare at him, pinning him with a death stare, then he wanders in the opposite direction. I manage to release my grip on Monica’s arm and then stroll over to where Dylan is standing by one of the vacant tables.
“What the hell was that all about?” I ask.
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. What’s with the attitude?”
“I told you I don’t drink, yet you still insisted that I tag along to this stupid party. I’m not going to pretend to have a good time for the sake of my boss.”
“So, I’m your boss now? On the way over here we were family. Now all of a sudden, we’re colleagues.”
“I never said we were family.Youcame up with that analogy on your own.”
