His screaming voice came through the speaker. “That asshole said he was glad I finally put on some fucking clothes buttrailer trash chicwasn’t the right sort of look for the office!”
Good god, they needed to fuck and get it over with.
“What did you do?” My voice was rising, and I started to hear the ping of notifications coming through, one after the other.
“Well, I told him what he could do with his goddamned attitude and I showed him!” Eli’s screeching voice had me pulling the phone away from my ear.
“Damn it, Eli!”
I could almost see Eli waving his hands, losing his marbles. The yelling wasn’t as bad, but he was nowhere near calm. “It wasn’t that bad, but now I’m getting weird error messages and some kind of host error and my computer is screaming at me. Preston’s losing his shit!”
“I’ll be right there, but this is the last time!” I was going to kill him.
Hanging up, I quickly glanced at the phone, mumbling every curse word I could think of. Preston’s string of expletives made me wince, and I could only imagine how crazy he was. From what he was texting, it seemed like Eli had blasted “that ass” and had gone on a rampage, getting everyone so stirred up the site just hadn’t been able to handle the load. “I told him this would happen.”
Grumbling, I looked up at a confused Houston. He just looked down at the phone, frowning. “I’m not getting lasagna, am I?”
“I’m sorry.” I started cleaning up as fast as I could. “The site is down again, and I have to go fix the mess. I’m going to have everything updated next week, but there just hasn’t been time. Everything was so outdated.”
“You go. I’ll clean this up.” He looked so understanding, and the command came through clearly, but I knew he was disappointed. I had a feeling it wasn’t just about the lasagna, either. He’d been doing his best to give us a chance to get to know each other, but every time we started talking, Eli struck.
“Thank you.” I bit off the “Sir” that constantly tried to escape.
Running out of the kitchen, I called out as I grabbed my keys. “I’ll make you the lasagna this weekend, promise.”
Houston was grumbling something as I ran out that almost sounded like punish and spank. I knew I had to be wrong, but there wasn’t time to ask what he was actually saying. The company did tons of business overnight when most people were off work and in the privacy of their own homes, and every minute down was lost revenue.
Eli was going to owe me big-time.
