“Says who?”
Tossing the soiled paper towel in the garbage, he stands up, his body closer this time and whispers, “Me.”
Tom is incredibly confusing lately. You saw his reaction in the break room the other day, and now this, if I didn’t know him any better, I’d think he had a crush on me. But I do know Tom, and he sleeps with a different chick once a week. There’s no way he could beintome.
Shade, on the other hand, he’s stalker worthy. Don’t roll your eyes at me. I know you just did, given everything that happened with Shade and then pulling out and not talking to me, I should have moved on, but give the vulnerable guy a break. He’s under a lot of stress.
“Well.” I shrug and reach for my cell phone next to the napkins to text Mila that I need to borrow her shoes. And maybe her dress today. “I’m going for the interview. It’d be the coolest job ever.”
“Whatever,” Tom grumbles, turning away from me and beginning to walk away. “Do what you want.”
See? What a dick lately.
