Page 33 of Married As Puck
She shakes her head.
“Why the hell not?” I ask, frustrated.
She looks over at me, afraid of my tone. “You’re upset that I didn’t call the landlord? Why didn’t you call the landlord?”
I run a hand down my face. “You can’t be serious.”
“Why would I call him if you said you’d be out in seven days? I thought we came to our own agreement.”
“There is––”
Her ringtone blasts, cutting me off. She quickly puts the bacon on the plate with the eggs. She points at me and says, “Don’t eat my crispy bacon.”
“It’s not crispy, it’s burnt.”
She walks around the corner to take the phone call. I look at the two plates of food sitting on the counter. The steam rises perfectly above, and I hate that I appreciate her cooking for me, but I can’t seem to thank her. She probably thinks I’m a real asshole.
A few minutes later, she walks back into the kitchen with tense shoulders.
“We need to talk. Collins just called…” The rest of her words are drowned by the onslaught of thoughts. Did she say Collins? Since when did Collins start calling her? This is fucking crazy!
I pinch the breadth of my nose in frustration. “How does Collins have your number?”
“He asked for it the other time he visited.”
My lips are set in a thin line now. “He’s supposed to have gone through me to get to you. Why didn’t you tell me that he asked for your number? Why the hell didn’t he tell me?”
She smirks. “There is no winning with you.”
I rake my hands through my hair as she hands me the breakfast plate. “What did he say?”
“Well nothing I haven’t thought of. We’ll be having a couple shoot so that there will be more pictures of us in circulation. We will be traveling to exotic locations just to take pictures and keep this thing looking real. That traveling part has to be on my terms though because I won’t skip work in pursuit of trivial things.”
I stare at her blankly. “You make it sound like your absence from work would make a difference. You won’t be missed.”
An emotion I can’t place flickers across her face, but she quickly masks it with a smile. “Is that how your teammates made you feel when you returned?”
That makes my blood boil. Our gazes lock in a heated stare, her chin raises in defiance.
She finally exhales and breaks the gaze. She starts eating and watching her feed herself makes my stomach churn. “I’ll tell Collins that you’ve refused to cooperate.”
I reach out and stop her with my hand. “No, you’re not.”
Amusement swirls in her orbs as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “I’m glad we can finally agree on something, Cameron,” she says with a wide smile.
I swear at this rate, she’s going to be the death of me.
She’s so not my type.
14
My butt has barely grazes the surface of the chair when one of the caterers approaches me with a sample of her desserts. My feet are killing me in these five-inch heels. My boss enforced it as part of the dress code today for all the staff planning this gala. That woman takes lessons from Lucifer, I’m positive.
I push the thoughts to the back of my mind and flash a smile at the young caterer who looks to be fresh out of college. “What do you have there? Let’s see.”
I rise to my full height, towering over her. There are brownies on one plate and cheesecake on the other. My eyes eat them up before I have a bite.
“Ooh..” I drawl, pointing a fork at them. “These taste so good. I’ll definitely add them to the menu.”
