Page 6 of My Hottest Obsession

“I don’t, and you know that,” he says.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes,” he says, his fingers massaging his temples.

“Hmm, guess it’s a good thing that I actually got you steak and frites from that French place on the corner.”

“I hate you,” Theo tells her, his voice flat.

“So, you want me to throw this away and order you tacos? Or…”

He grabs the bags from her hands, and she smirks, turning on her heel and heading back to her desk.

“When are you two going to get married?” Levi asks as he pulls his food out.

“Fuck you,” Theo spits at him, but I see his eyes drift back to where Clara is chatting with some delivery driver.

“Food is good,” I comment.

“Goldie turned you down again, huh?” Theo asks me, and I sigh.

“Yeah. It’s been two years, and I’m not any closer to getting her to go out with me.”

“So, what are you going to do about that?” He asks me.

“I don’t know, but something needs to change. I’ve been thinking about it all morning. Let’s change the subject. What have you guys been up to this week?” I ask them.

Levi tells us about a new investment that he’s been looking into, and Theo tells us about a new pain-in-the-ass client that he can’t wait to get rid of.

“When’s the trial?” I ask him.

“Two weeks,” he sighs.

He rubs his forehead again, and I want to tell him that he should take a break, maybe try dating or having fun, but that wouldn’t go over well. Theo is a workaholic, we all are, but I would put that all behind me if I were going home with Goldie every night.

“Hey, guys. Don’t mind me,” Clara tells us as she comes into the room to drop off some papers for Theo.

Levi and I trade smiles as we settle into our seats for the show. Clara and Theo can’t be in the same room without trading barbs which means that it’s always interesting around here.

It’s obvious to us that Theo wants her badly, but he’ll never admit it.

“Can you guys move over a little bit?” She asks, moving to help us drag our chairs over a couple of inches.

“Why?” Theo asks suspiciously.

“My chair came in today! They’re here to set it up now.”

Theo peers out the glass of his office, growling when he sees the movers opening a big box. His eyes flash, and he glares at Clara. I grin, looking between the two of them.

Then they bring the chair in, and I bite my lip, trying to hold back the laugh. Levi doesn’t even bother trying, and I turn back to Theo to see him glaring at the neon pink velvet chair that the delivery men are carrying.

“What the hell is that?” He snaps, and she turns to him.

“A chair,” she explains, speaking loud and slow like he’s an idiot or might be losing his hearing.

Then she turns to us, looking grim, and whispers, “I’m worried about him. Think that I should make him a doctor’s appointment?”

That only makes me laugh harder as the movers set down the chair right in front of Theo’s desk and head back out to the hallway.

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