Page 55 of Loathing My Boss
He…
Has his bowl…
Under his chin.
He…
Is biting into his grilled cheese.
And dropping the bites into his soup, one horrifyingplopat a time.
I was about to eat mine with a knife and fork to further the messages of my unstable mental state, but this…this is anew level of loonish behavior. I can’t believe I’m only just now realizing that I’ve never before seen him eat grilled cheese with tomato soup.
It.
It’sappalling.
Yet genius?
Yetsoggy.
His gaze flicks up to me as he uses his tongue to pop the second-to-last bite out of his mouth and into his soup. Very, very slowly, he returns his tongue to its rightful place, lowers his bowl, and reaches for his napkin.
The second thing this man says to me since I’ve returned is: “Sandwich cereal.”
“Sandwich cereal,” I repeat.
He, graciously, elaborates by picking up his spoon and scooping one floating bite of grilled cheese into it. “No dip drips. More control. Evenly souped.”
Evenly souped.
Something in the cold dark pit of my chest flutters at the notion this man might be insane enough to like me, and also just plain insane.
He takes his first bite while I forget entirely what I’m doing.
I’ve been tormenting a man who says things likedip dripsfor over a year. And heknew. And he let me! Because helikesme?
What in the opposites attract nonsense is this?
“How would you like to handle tonight?” he asks, voice soft, drawing me back from the brink of one cliff to thrust me to the edge of another.
I lift my spoon and catch a broccoli floret. “Tonight?”
“Our…living situation.”
My heart jumps, and I’m glad I haven’t taken a bite yet because choking on a broccoli floret is not how I want tospend my evening. “Slow down. Am I still employed or not?”
“You are, unless you don’t want to be or it would get in the way of my chances. Consider all rent and bills paid for as long as you live in Sunset, regardless of what you decide to do where I’m concerned.”
Huh? I mustn’t be hearing things correctly. “I’ve been horrible to you, but you’re saying if I bail completely, as long as I stay in Sunset, I don’t have to worry about anything?”
He scratches the line of his jaw, eyes downcast. “I’m sure I’ve deserved the death smoothies and minor inconveniences. I know I’m not entirely the most gracious person, but I do apologize for whatever I’ve done. Handling your expenses is a small price to pay for the chance that I might continue to catch glimpses of you.”
Since when is Viktor a sap?
Viktor.
Went hometwo nights agoto print something.
