If Rory needed a job after everything was said and done, then he’d consider letting her be his assistant. She could do busy work all while wearing a Highland Construction tee-shirt and tight jeans that showcased her ass perfectly. He’d be able to keep her safe, keep her close by to torment, and really, that was all that mattered.
“What the hell are you doing?” Rory demanded as she sat up a little too quickly, she realized a few seconds later when the dull ache above her temple protested the move.
Without taking his eyes away from the laptop on his lap, Connor reached over and grabbed the prescription bottle off the nightstand and handed it to her. “I’m working, Rory. What does it look like?” he asked distractedly as he looked at a file that he had spread open on the bed next to him.
“It looks like you’re half-naked in my bed,” Rory bit out.
He simply shrugged one wide shoulder as he grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to her. Since her head hurt and her arm felt like someone was shoving hot pokers through the bone, Rory decided to take her pills before she killed him. With a grumble, she took her pills, never taking her eyes off of him while she did it. Connor simply ignored her as he continued typing away at his computer, only pausing long enough to absently scratch his bare chest.
Her eyes darted down to the pair of gray sweatpants he wore and then back up to his bare chest and then finally, to his face, confirming her first observation, the bastard really was half-naked in her bed.
“Get out,” Rory said, inwardly cringing when pain radiated up her arm as she slowly climbed off the bed and got to her feet.
“Can’t,” Connor said, keeping his focus on his computer while she looked around for something to throw at him. When she spotted her boots, she considered throwing them, but they really wouldn’t get the job done so she settled on glaring at him while she made her way to the bathroom.
“Out,” she said firmly as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
Connor didn’t say anything, so she decided to take that as an agreement. Now that he’d annoyed her first thing in the morning, he would be content on going about his day and leaving her alone. By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, he would be long gone and she would, unfortunately, be spending the rest of the day in bed since the damn doctor opened his big mouth and told her brothers that she shouldn’t work today.
At least she’d be able to catch up on paperwork, Rory thought as she used the bathroom and cleaned up. She hated paperwork, but now that she was stuck in bed, she had no excuses not to do it. That wasn’t entirely true since she was pretty sure that she could come up with a good excuse not to do it, Rory thought, perking up at the thought of not spending the day torturing herself. Then again, maybe she should just suck it up and get it over with, she decided as she opened the bathroom door and sighed with relief.
Connor was gone.
She didn’t bother wasting her time trying to figure out what he’d been thinking when he’d decided to lounge in her bed this morning. It would just be one of those things that was best left alone. Her stomach growled as she walked back into her bedroom. She tried to ignore it, but it refused to be ignored.
Grumbling, Rory walked out of her room and made her way down the hallway as she prayed that her brothers didn’t hit her kitchen on their way out last night. Her cabinets were mostly empty to begin with, but if her brothers somehow forgot to make a side stop on their way out the door last night, she could whip up something with saltines, half an empty jar of olives, and scrape peanut butter out of the jar that probably should have been thrown away last year and make something to eat.
Her stomach growled approvingly at the thought of a peanut butter and olive saltine cracker sandwich, so she quickened her pace only to stop abruptly when she passed the open double doors of her living room. Knowing, hell, praying that she was wrong, Rory backtracked until she was standing in front of the open doorway. She took a deep calming breath and slowly turned around until she was facing her living room.
“They cleaned you out,” Connor announced as he stared down intently at his computer, which was now on her oak coffee table with about a dozen files scattered around it.
“What the hell are you still doing here?” Rory demanded as she walked into her living room.
“Working.”
“I told you to get out,” Rory reminded him as she crossed, well, tried to cross her arms over her chest, but her left arm apparently wasn’t happy with that move. She settled for propping her hands on her hips and glaring down at him as he continued ignoring her.
“I did,” he said.
“No, you didn’t!”
With a heavy sigh, Connor sat back on the couch and finally looked at her. “You told me to get out, so I did.”
“No, you only left the bedroom,” Rory pointed out. “I told you to get out, which meant, get the hell out of my house before I’m forced to kill you and bury you in my backyard.”
“You didn’t clarify that,” Connor pointed out with a shrug.
“It was implied!” she snapped.
“It really wasn’t.”
“Get out!”
“Sorry, can’t do that,” Connor said, shrugging it off.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m waiting for my food to be delivered and you and I have some work to do here since you’ve decided to lounge in bed all day,” Connor said, gesturing absently to the computer and the files everywhere before he flicked his hand lazily in her direction.
