Page 21 of Chaos
“Goddammit!”
My grin widened into a smirk as I heard a door slam shut and footsteps stomping down the long hallway.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Mal,” she shouted as she opened my door.
“Hellcat,” I said, failing to hide my smirk as I clocked her outfit. She’d gone with the purple.
Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “I thought you said the internet is fixed.”
I shrugged. “I must have been wrong.”
She glanced at my computer screen and the very obvious web browser I’d purposely left open. “You did it on purpose.”
“We had a date, hellcat. You were late. I was simply helping rid you of the distraction.”
The way she had her hands on her hips, in some sort of display of defiance I supposed, only added to my amusement. Oh, I liked winding her up. If her eyes could flash with fire, they would have.
“We do not.”
“We do so.”
“I would have remembered you asking me on a date, Malice.”
“Oh, but I didn’t.”
She flung her hands out in exasperation. “Then how the hell can I be late for something I didn’t even know about?”
“You know about it now.”
She huffed at me. “You are impossible.”
“Among other things.”
“I’m not just at your beck and call, you know.”
I raised one eyebrow. “Aren’t you? My mistake.”
She made like she was about to leave.
“Sit down, Merri.”
“No.”
I made a show of standing. “Sit. Down.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
She crossed her arms, which was more distracting than it had any right to be. “That is not, nor will it ever be, a good enough reason for me to do anything.”
“We’ll see.”
