Page 25 of My Office Rival

Man, fuck that.

Yeah, fuck that.I sighed in frustration. I needed to be prepared for tomorrow, and I was anything but. Maybe I should go through my file one more time. That would make me feel better, more like the shark I could be. I levered myself up, grabbed my laptop and landed back on the bed with an audible thump.

My phone lit up with another message.

Jason

Some of us are trying to sleep.

I clenched my hand around the phone. I wasn’t going to survive this. He was the world’s most irritating man. I stabbed out a message with shaking hands.

Cynthia

Deal with it. I need to prep.

Jason

Are you doing work right now?

Cynthia

You’re not? It’s 11 p.m. on a Sunday.

It was when most law firm attorneys wrote their best emails. I knew he usually worked late, because I had received many an email from him after midnight.

Jason

Not tonight. Though I do my best work from bed.

Why did everything he said sound like an innuendo?Because you’re obsessed with him, my traitorous brain whispered. Now I was picturing him shirtless, bent over his computer, his abs contracting delightfully over his sweats. I shook myself.This is horrible.

Cynthia

Well, I’ll try not to disturb your highness.

Jason

Unlikely. I can hear everything on your side of the wall.

Cynthia

Well, I can hear everything on yours.

Jason

At least I don’t snore.

Cynthia

As far as you know…

Jason

I’d have to sleep to snore.

Cynthia

If you start snoring, don’t worry. I’ll come smother you with a pillow.

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