“Woah, did it not go well seeing Charlie?” Ben asked, clearly catching on to my sour mood.
“It was fine,” I set the mug down with a thud, spilling hot coffee over the rim, and the scorching liquid hit my hand. “I just don’t like seeing my employees schmoozing when we open in three weeks. Get to work.” I snatched the cup back in my hand, disregarding the pain of my quickening pink skin and headed into my office, kicking the door shut with my boot. I plopped down in my chair and rubbed my temples with my fingers.
I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t care if Ben talked to Melinda. So what? Why should I let it bother me that Ben was trying to get it on with my high school crush? High school was years ago, and the feelings were irrelevant now. Besides, she had not changed, flirting with every guy she met. I suddenly remembered that was one of the main things that irritated me back in high school—her ability to make anyone at ease chatting to her. Men drooled over her all the time, and she barely seemed to notice. Or care. She could at least have tried to spare a few hearts!
Whatever. I had better things to do, like getting a charity fundraiser together so kids could hit the slopes and learn how to snowboard. That was the top of my priority list, not some old crush that didn’t make my life any better.
Not Melinda Bailey.
And her flawless skin and smile that lit up a room.
Nope. Not her.
