The sound of a growl rumbles in his chest. “You are driving me crazy today, and I think you know it.”
“Good.”
He flicks his gaze upward and sighs.
“Still want me to send Casper in?” I need to leave his office before he changes his mind.
“Yes.”
The moment I turn on my heel and step into the hall, the door swings shut at my back.Jesus, what a grump.I stop at Casper’s station; he’s disassembling his tattoo machine as I peek my head around the wall. “Logan wants to talk to you when you get a sec. Heads up, he’s in a bad mood.”
“He’s always in a bad mood, Junior. What’s new?”
“Well, this time he copped an attitude with me too.”
Casper raises his eyebrows. “Damn. He must really be pissed.”
I shrug and walk back into my bay. “Probably just needs a snack.”
“Are you volunteering?” he asks with a wink.
“I put in my community service last night,” I admit, giggling. “Maybe you should give it a shot?”
“If only,” he says with a sigh. “Pretty sure y’all are the only ones around here getting laid, so if you could take care of his attitude, I’d be grateful.”
“What do you mean you can’t give out sender information? I don’t care about confidentiality!” I shout over the phone.
“Easy, easy, easy,” Casper says, prying the phone out of my death grip. “Christ, you have fucking zero customer service skills,” he mutters under his breath.
Casper holds the phone to his ear and puts on a big fake grin. “Hi, I’m so sorry about that. Who am I speaking with?” he asks the florist. This dude thinks he can charm anybody. He’d flirt with a great white just for kicks.
“Gloria . . . Damn, that is a beautiful name.” He’s using the same voice he uses when he tries to pick up women. To be fair, it does have a surprisingly high success rate. He fake laughs at something the florist says.
Casper sighs, chuckling, and then locks his sights on me. “You’re right, I am way nicer than that other guy. That was my boss. He can be a real asshole, huh?”
He laughs again.
I’m growing impatient.
“No, he’s not mad at you. He’s mad at me becauseImade a mistake withhisflower delivery—Sorry, this might be incredibly inappropriate, but has anyone ever told you how sexy your voice is?”
I roll my eyes. Gloria sounds like she’s smoked four packs a day since 1987.
He does that stupid laugh that women lose their minds over and then continues. “Oh, well I’m so glad I could make your day. Let’s see if you can make mine, yeah?”
I fold my arms and give him a chin lift. “Hurry up.”
He reclines in his chair, kicking his feet up on my desk and crossing his ankles. This is his way of telling me he’ll take as long as he fucking pleases.
“Okay, I’m going to level with you, Gloria. This is my first week at a new job, and I was supposed to send out a bouquet of roses on behalf of my boss—the grumpy one, but I think I might have sent them to the wrong address . . . I know . . . Yeah, a dozen red roses weresupposedto go to Kelly Everhart at Black Bourbon Distillery, but they said they haven’t received them.”
“Uh-huh . . . I see. Well, that’s the crazy thing, I don’t remember.
No, unfortunately I can’t find my confirmation number. Could you look it up by my name perhaps? Yeah, it’s Jason . . .”
Casper snaps his fingers at me.
“Seleigh. S-E-L-E-I-G-H,” I supply.
