XXXII
XXXII
I halted my thought process, stopping myself from thinking anything. He was a few feet away now, and I couldn't ruin it, like I ruined everything.
His big muscles bulged as he crossed his hands across his chest.
"Hi, can I get the file for the meeting we are supposed to have tomorrow? Everyone has one except me."
In shock I stared, his accent clad tone was devoid of any of his playful emotions, his face was blank. His eyes revealed nothing, but formality.
"Y-yeah.. of course." I stuttered before I started to flip through my computer, trying to find the file for him, while also trying to figure out why he was so formal, all the times we had talked, he had always been playful.
I raised my eyes up to look at him, only to find him looking at the ceilings, something that he had seen before now.
I knew men were petty, but this.. it was even lower.
"You know I called.. so we 'do something about the drool' " I ramble, then end it with a nervous laughter.
He looked at me with a confused expression, his handsome face leaned over my counter, his eyes scanned my face, making me self conscious. I held my breath as he searched for whatever he was searching for, hoping to God that there wasn't any boogers in my eyes and nose.
"I don't see any drool on your chin.." he started to stand straight. I realized a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
"Of course the drool isn't here today... When we met.."
I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. What the hell was I even doing? Where the fuck did I even keep my pride?
"We have met before today?" His expression and tone sounded genuinely confused. They made me stop in my tracks, wondering if everything that happened wasn't just in my head, if they really did happen. My heart sunk, I know I had embarrassed myself in front of him many times, heck the last time I embarrassed the two of us. But pretending he didn't know me.. yeah I wasn't going to play his games. It was real, and this was his pay back, but I will not play along.
"Excuse me? I still need the files." He looked around baffled, I watched him perform his Oscar award winning worthy performance as he continued to pretend.
The printer decided to take it's sweet time, while I stood there, stewing in my anger. If he had stopped speaking to me, I'd understand.. but he came here with a purpose other than files, I sent that file to everyone. And that included him.
The printer was still printing, and being an impatient human, I gave a loud smack. Making it cough once, then it spit out the papers. Without looking at him, I worked as fast as humanly possible, fixed the papers into a file carrier and gave it to him.
"Thank you."
I eyed his retreating back, his strides were slow and steady, it was the walk of confidence. He didn't even need to work here, his suit looked more expensive than most guys here, he looked like he was already swimming in money, I didn't even know shit about this guy, yet I wanted our genitals to have a meet and greet, sigh.
"At this rate everyone in this building will be able to hear your thoughts." Zach's voice came from behind me.
I sighed again,
"Zach, you're not a mouse, please make a squeak or something while you walk, it's scary when you appear out of nowhere."
He shrugged casually, then tucked both hands into his pants pocket, his suit was expensive too, I knew because I spilled drink on one of them when I started working here, I had asked to dry clean but he asked me to get a new one instead, when I found out the price was my salary for three years I had a mental breakdown. He later said it was okay, but he never wore it till today, he was a rich bastard, a vain rich bastard.
"Wow, you really wear your heart on a sleeve don't you?"
I tilted my head to the side in confusion.
"I am a vain rich bastard?" His left eyebrow was raised as he asked.
My eyes widened, my hands came up to my mouth and covered it.
"I swear I didn't mean to say it out loud."
"Well you didn't lie, I am vain, and rich.. bastard? You hurt my feelings." His expression was so calm. Nothing could penetrate that. For some reason he was always the master of calm.
"I'm looking for another job, something that works well with my shift, I'm trying to be vain rich bastard."
"But you can't, you're already too economical.. you economize everything.." he actually shuddered in disgust.
Rich people are the worst. I hoped it came out loud as I rolled my eyes.
"Did being Noah's call girl not work?"
I reached over my table and gave him a smack on the arm. He gave me his favorite look, blank.
"I wasn't trying to be his call girl.."
"Ahhh.. what did you want then?"
I thought about it.. all the way home. What did I want from Noah Tremblay? I did want sex, but not his call girl, maybe something like what Edmond and I shared. Exclusively friends with benefits. I got out my phone to tell Zach that I knew what I wanted.
"I'm not trying to be his call girl, I want to be friends with benefits." I typed out and hit send.
Feeling smug I walk up the rotting stairs of my apartment building with a gaunt to my step. My phone vibrated, twice. Since Zach and I's message was already open, I opened his message first.
"Tch."
Typical Zach.
I didn't respond, instead I checked my other message. It was from an unsaved number.
"So, what were you about to suggest we do about your drooling problem."
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