“She’s never in her office,” he clipped, highly irritated that his friend was still defending her.
“She doesn’t have an office.”
“She dresses inappropriately.”
“For a grandmother, maybe.”
“And dammit, Matt, she…she has really nice eyes.”
“Great,” Matthew muttered. “I think we found our reason.” He walked to the door as if the conversation was indeed over but then stopped and turned back to Tyler. “Just one question, Ty. How’s that reason gonna hold up in court? When she sues us for unfair dismissal, I was just wondering if the judge would think that her having nice eyes was a valid reason for getting fired.” Tyler’s shoulders sagged and Matthew tried to hold back a smile. “She blew you off, didn’t she?”
That was all it took for him to snap. “Who does she think she is?” he shouted, throwing his hands up. “Walking around here like she’s indispensable!”
“She is.”
“She said that I wasoglingher breasts.”
“You probably were.”
“I was not. In fact,theywere looking atme. Breasts, by laws of nature, are not supposed to be gravity-defying.”
“Newton would be upset.”
“You don’t get it, Matt. They were all up here.” He pushed out his pecs and moved his hands in a circular motion over his chest. “Just levitating all up here. Just big and round and perky and…awesome.”
Matthew pulled a face, somewhat intrigued but mostly disgusted. “Could you stop playing with yourself like that? It disturbs me.”
Restless and edgy, he began pacing the length of the room. “I blame you for this.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“You were the one who started this whole mess. I was just minding my own business, trying to find a way to get Trisha back, and then you came up with this harebrained idea of dating someone else. Remind me never to listen to you again. You made me look like a fool.”
Matt laughed, his usual method of adding insult to injury. “I think you did that all on your own. It’s not my plan that’s flawed, it’s your methods. You don’t know how to charm a woman.”
He sighed and shook his head. “With a woman like Jordan, I need a lot more than charm.”
*****
Tyler shut down his computer and pulled on his suit jacket. It hadn’t been a very productive day. He was angry. Actually, he was beyond angry. That prissy little accountant had really rubbed him the wrong way. Not only had she turned him down and made accusations that were entirely untrue, she had also messed up his only plan of getting Trisha back. He was a man who prided himself on always knowing what to do but he had come to the end of the list of ideas and he still didn’t know what to do.
He could put his ego on the line again and try once more with Jordan, but he had a feeling that the result would not be much different. He thought about asking someone else, but Jordan was a sure bet. He could trust that there would be no emotional attachments, no strings. He could get the right reaction from Trisha and no one would get hurt, but she had to be so darn difficult. It was a simple dinner request. There was no need for such complications.
He sighed and walked out of his office. Jordan was still at her desk and he suddenly became very awkward. It was best to just ignore her. Putting his head down, he continued walking.
“So what time are you picking me up?” he heard her ask as he walked by.
He stopped, wondering if he’d heard her right, or if it was just his imagination. “Excuse me?”
“I asked what time are you going to pick me up? For dinner…unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“No…what?” Tyler stood in front of her fairly stunned as his brain tried to make sense of this crazy woman. “I thought…with the…you know…and the whole breast…Seven is fine. Seven is good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
She smiled. “Good. Seven it is.” She handed him a piece of paper. “Here’s my address.”
“Great.” Tyler took the paper from her hand and studied it for a few seconds.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
