Page 20 of Sassy Love
“Mills, slow down. What happened?”
She rubs a hand over her forehead and through her golden waves. Nodding, she says, “It’s okay, I’ll get another one. Please don’t stress, okay?”
Don’t tell me the ice woman has a warm side...
She looks up to see me outside the glass door and winds up the call in a hurry.
I push through the door. “Morning.” Like we didn’t exchange words outside.
It took two flights of stairs to lose the boner that sprung at the image of her?—
Nope. Not happening.
I sink onto my chair and slide the satchel from my shoulder. Flipping it open, I pull out my Mac, but when I go to pop it on the desk, the surface is vandalized with pink sticky notes, each one with a lipstick kiss covering the center.
“The hell?” I grunt.
“It would have been beyond rude to not return a sweet note to sender.”
I pluck one of the hot-pink sticky notes up, and the instant I do, the pads of my fingers meet something slimy. I pull my hand away, turning my hand over to find... egg yolk?
“Jesus, woman.” I stride to the trash bin as she watches, trying her best to suppress the laughter currently tugging at the corner of her mouth.
As I pull the tacky notes from the desk, she bursts out laughing.
The egg sticks, cementing some of the notes on the desk.
“You realize you have to work in this room also, right?” I growl out, thoroughly annoyed. Now the old egg smell has finally found my senses. I gag, tossing the last neon square into the trash where it damn well belongs.
“Calm your farm, Cowboy. I got us better desks. This old thing has seen its last working day.”
As if on cue, a knock rattles the glass door.
“Delivery for Carlie Lamont?” the delivery guy holding a clipboard says.
“This wasn’t in the budget I sent you yesterday,” I say to Carlie.
“Don’t blow a vessel, Rawlins, it came out of my paycheck.”
Thatmakes my mouth gape.
“Well, don’t stand there like a suffocating cod. Help the man.” She waves at him as she plucks up her phone and laptop and slips out the door.
“Shit, sorry.” I help him wheel in the cart with two oversized boxes. “How the hell did you get these up here?”
He chuckles. “Tricks of the trade, bud. You good with these?”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks.”
“Oh, Miss Lamont has a note on the delivery slip, hold on a second.” He turns the page over. “Oh yeah, she’s got here that Rawlins is to assemble the desks. Guessing that’s you?Firecracker, that one.” He shakes his head, a stupid hilarious grin plastered over his face.
“Of course she did.”
“Have a great day.” He leaves with a wave and a chuckle, taking his flat cart with him.
I look over the boxes as the best idea I’ve had all week hits me.
And the joke’s on Lamont.
