@theanswerisno:
Like the character in this game
@pancakesareelite:
I love an 8ft, blue-skinned
man with elf ears and fangs
@theanswerisno:
I aim to please.
@theanswerisno:
How about you?
@pancakesareelite:
Before I tell you, please answer this totally unrelated question: What does your dream girl look like?
I’d spent the entire weekend thinking about my presentation, about Elizabeth being there and how badly I’d wished she’d stayed after.
Now I might have to resign because I could never face her ever again.
I pressed my forehead against my steering wheel and blew out the breath I may have been holding since fleeing the office. Fleeing. I freaking fled. Because no part of me anticipated being half naked in front of an employee today. Of all the employees, it had to be the prettiest one with the smartest mouth who took every opportunity to say something cheeky.
My entire body heated at the memory of the exchange. At the redness of her pale cheeks and the grin she wore when she teased.
But the jokes were good. I think. It meant she wasn’t too uncomfortable, and perhaps I hadn’t ruined the only real-life relationship I’d formed with anyone outside my small circle of friends.
I looked out of the truck at the intersection that was slowly being built. There was absolutely nothing for me to do here. Maybe I should head over to my mom’s and help her pack. I’d been promising her.
But I still didn’t have it in me to do that either.
I’d have to sit here until the fluttering in my chest stopped, and by then, hopefully, Elizabeth would have forgotten all the extra-mischievous comments she could muster in my time away.
Fat chance.
By the time lunch swung around, I was hungry enough to find my way to Zoya’s, where I grabbed two sandwiches. Offering Elizabeth food would keep her mouth busy. Being cheeky and chewing didn’t go all that well together. And if there was one thing I knew about her—based on the hard-to-ignore sounds coming from the other side of the divider—it was that she got lost in her meals.
What I didn’t expect to walk in on was Elizabeth red-faced, not with an awkward encounter but with frustration.
“Mr. Carden,” she said with such relief in her voice I had to believe she was pleased to see me. Then she started rambling. Interchanges. Cedric. Anders. I don’t know, it was hard to focus when she spoke sometimes because, when she was all riled up, her animated expressions and speech speed reminded me of gaming characters who’d taken a booster potion.
She was so much crammed into one person that it amazed me she managed to get anything done.
I sucked on my teeth, and she took a big inhale, puffing out her chest.
“Okay.” She raised her hands. “I’m going too fast, aren’t I?”
“Way too fast. But I gather something is due, and you need some help?”
“Stringent interchange, and they want the horizontal layout by tomorrow morning.” A deep line formed between her brows.
I didn’t think I’d seen her frown that hard before.
After dropping my bag at my desk, I turned around and peeked at her over our divider. “Do you want me to do it for you? I could have it done in a couple hours.”
