If he didn’t send them to me, then who the hell did? And how would they know anything about me enough to guess the right flowers or even know my address?
Another message comes through, and I expect to see Steven’s name again, but it’s an unsaved number this time.
Unknown:Did you enjoy the flowers?
As I type back, asking who this is, I get no response. I’m even more confused now than before.
“You good in here, buddy?” I ask as I pop my head into the break room to check on Damian, who is playing with some Legos he brought from home while watching a show on his tablet. I check to make sure he still has a snack and drink before I leave him again.
As he nods, I head back to the far storage room to catch up on some work. Having Damian here with me last week, while fun, has kept me from a lot of my duties. Now, it’s Monday again, and I am a week behind.
With all these new clients coming for the holiday season, I have to keep all their papers in the correct places so everything runs as smoothly as possible.
I’m still thankful that Steven allowed me to bring him. I’d be fired if this were any other job with any random boss. Maybe it pays to be sleeping with mine. With that thought, I let out a low giggle.
Realizing I haven’t printed off a few, I turn quickly and make my way to the reception computer to retrieve the files and send them to the printer. As I round the corner by the large desk sitting in the foyer, I nearly run right into Cam’s chest.
“Easy, at least buy me dinner before you get all handsy,” Cam remarks, laughing at his own outdated joke. With a harsh roll of my eyes, I try to push past him. I have nothing I want to say to him. Especially when he only wants one thing from me.
Not to mention, I’m not interested in anything he has to say to me.
“Not so fast.” He sidesteps, getting in my way again, and I huff in frustration. “How’d you like the flowers?”
Feeling instantly repulsed, my brows furrow with confusion.Why the hell would he send those flowers to me?
“They were from you? But how did you know my number…or where the hell I lived?” My reply is short with a harsh tone.
“I got it from the work system.” His pleased smile turns my stomach. I feel violated that my information was that easy to find…
Am I not even safe at home from this creep? I’m so relieved that Steven is nothing like this douchebag. Honestly, Cam reminds me so much of his parents that it makes me sick.
It’s the reason I can’t stand to even be in the same room as him. They are all sneaky and conniving, and I want no part of it.
Steven…He’s nothing like them. He’s kind, sweet, and has the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. He wouldn’t hurt a fly on purpose. It’s why I love him as much as I do.
As hard as it may feel, I try to remain as polite as humanly possible when dealing with this vermin. “Well, thank you,” I say softly. “But it wasn’t necessary. I’m just not interested in a relationship right now.”
He reacts exactly as I would expect when someone turns him down.
With an exaggerated huff, he pushes past me, almost knocking me over as his shoulder collides with me.
As much as I want to laugh, I keep it together and only smirk as I watch him practically stomp his way down the hall, into his office, and slam the door.
It’s comical because my four-year-old doesn’t even throw tantrums this bad.
Hopefully, now, he will catch the hint that his little comments and gestures aren’t going to win me over. I’m simply not interested. Even if Steven wasn’t in the picture, there’s no way in hell I would be into Cam.
Asshole isn’t really my type.
