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He pulls back his hand and looks at his manicured nails with a furrowed brow.
“Well, I’m not normal. I don’t do number ones or number twos,” he says.
I groan.
“Ouch. And you haven’t exploded yet?”
Jay Walking rolls his eyes and huffs.
“Why would you leave your computer unlocked?”
“I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”
“Then how do you explain me gaining access to it without knowing your passwords?”
I was sure I hadn’t left it unlocked. I never did. Is this guy a hacker? Is that how he got inside?
“Why did you need to gain access to my computer?”
He runs his tongue along his teeth before he says, “I was…checking to see what kind of confidential information you left out there in the open for anyone to see.”
“Anyone like you?”
“I am not anyone. I told you, I am an?—”
“Yes, yes, yes. You are an inspector. Got it. It still doesn’t explain what kind of thing you’re inspecting.”
Jay Walking bites his lip.
“So…that bathroom break. Was it a number one or a number two?”
I laugh again.
“You’re funny. But I think I need to call security.”
“You can call Karen. She can vouch for me. As can John.”
“John? Who the hell is John?” I grimace.
“One of your SPAM agents? How can you not know John? Johnny. John of Arc. My man, John.”
“Well, I don’t know all the SPAM agents who work in this building. I’m a CREEP.”
Jay Walking grimaces.
“Are you proud of it?”
“What?”
“Dude, you just said you’re a creep. But, like, what kind of creep are we talking about? Like, the kind that grabs asses or worse?Please don’t tell me it’s worse. You’ve got too cute a face to be worse.”
Did he just call me cute?
Is he being sarcastic, or does he mean it?
Do I care?
No. No, I don’t. I’m not interested in men, so why would I care?
