Michael turned the cup, so the label faced him then turned it back to her.“I should think it was obvious.It’s a coffee cup.”
“I can see that,” she sputtered.“But why are you giving me one?”
“To drink?”
Was the man purposely trying to drive her crazy, or did it come naturally to him?She was willing to bet on the latter.Actually, it was probably a bit of both.
“Think of it as a peace offering and an apology.”
“Apology for what?”Andrea asked skeptically.
“Are my grievances that great?”Michael questioned, sounding shocked.
“There’s a long list I’m keeping in my head.So which are you apologizing for?”
“Can it just be a broad apology?”He looked hopeful.
Andrea felt her lip twitch.She refused to smile.“That’s not how apologies work.”
“Is there a manual on apology-giving because I’ve never seen one.”
Andrea shouldn’t enjoy sparring with Michael so much.For the most part, he annoyed her.Although there was a tiny part of her that enjoyed it.She didn’t really have anyone to talk to.She usually went out of her way to avoid people.
“No manual, I just figure an apology means more when you apologize for something specific instead of a broad apology.”
“Fine, I’m sorry I tried to kiss you.”
“And?”she prompted.
“I have to apologize for more?”Michael tsked.“Alright, and I apologize for suggesting we be fuck buddies.”
Saying such a carnal word made Andrea’s stomach flutter.It had been ages since she’d had sex.She instead focused on her work and avoided the opposite sex.Sex tended to complicate things.Even casual sex.Emotions would eventually find a way to weasel their way in.
“So am I forgiven now?”
“That depends.”She wasn’t willing to forgive so quickly.
“On?”he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Are you going to suggest we kiss and make up?”
“No.”
Andrea couldn’t suppress the flare of disappointment, though she should be excited by that.That meant he’d finally gotten the hint.“Good.”Andrea took the cup and sniffed the top through the small sip hole.“What’s in it?”
“Carmel macchiato.”
“I love that flavor.How did you know?”she inquired before taking a sip.She bit back a groan as the flavor hit her tongue.Her taste buds instantly came awake, and she felt a jolt of energy she had been missing this morning.
“Would you believe me if I said I guessed?”
“No.”He’d probably spied on her or something.
“Fair; I asked Maya.”
Now that surprised her.“You asked Maya what kind of coffee I like?”She didn’t even know how Maya would know what kind of coffee she liked.
“Well, I asked her what you liked, and she told me coffee and what kind.It was about the only thing she did know about you.”
