Page 61 of Crazy Thing

“Well, it’s the truth!”

“The truth?” I grind my teeth. “Did your memory completely wipe clean after what happened on that rooftop? Of course I find you attractive. Why else do you think I’m having such a painful time trying to keep my distance from you? The truth is, I think you’re breathtaking, Ziggy.”You’re also a pain in my ass.But I don’t say so out loud.

Ziggy’s expression just collapses with confusion.

Ah, great. Here I am trying to make her feel better, but then I go and cross a line. I can’t be saying that kind of stuff to my employee, as she has so aptly reminded me in the past.

But before she can question me about it, I change the subject, speaking quickly. “I checked your HR file. I don’t have a home address on file for you.”

Ziggy raises a brow. “I didn’t give you one.”

“Well, it’s necessary for me to have your address.” I stare up at her from where I’m sitting behind my expansive desk.

“I don’t see why,” she clips, her thousand and one bracelets jangling when she folds her arms across her chest.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Ziggy. Give me your address.”

She angles her shoulders in defiance, only emphasizing the curve of her tits. I’m sure it’s not intentional. “Why?”

This time I groan. “For starters, my accounting department back in New York is going to need it for tax purposes.”

She glares at me. She knows I don’t need it for tax purposes. She already gave me a mailing address, so that her letters would be picked up from a postal box.

I just want to know where she lives. For personal reasons.

There. I said it. I’m curious about her.

Now I sound like a creep. Maybe she was right about her intuition.

“Also, I need to know where I’ll be picking you up for the gala,” I add.

She clears her throat. “That’s easy. We can just leave together from the office after work and ride together.”

Then it hits me. Why Ziggy is being so evasive about thissubject in particular. “You don’t have an official address, do you?”

Now it’s her turn to let out an exasperated sound. Her gaze flits past the glass panes of the industrial windows to where her hideous school bus sits in the parking lot. “I told you—my accommodations are…mobile.”

My head hurts. I rub my temples.

“For christ’s sake,” I mutter.

This woman is going to be the death of me, and not in the way I’d prefer.

The only thing I know for sure is that Ziggy is downright infuriating. And why does she have to be so damn stubborn? I swear, she’s not like this with anyone else. Just me. Does she hate me that much?

“Look, you’ll have to meet me at my house. We’ll leave from there,” I suggest, surprised by my own willingness to compromise. “Six o’clock tomorrow evening. Don’t be late.”

“Fine,” she snaps. Then she marches right out my office door.

Well now, I’m feeling the pull of a full blown migraine coming on.

Fucking fantastic.

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ZIGGY

“You have to keep it together tonight, Ziggy. You have to,” I mumble to myself. “This is not a date. I repeat. This is not a date.”

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