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with. Shaking my head, I resisted the urge to be pathetic and hit myself. Here I was, hating a woman for doing absolutely nothing wrong. Nice one, Nell. That didn’t make me a crazy person at all…
‘Woke up with massive, painful morning wood. Now going to have a cold shower and think of you’ ,he’d put.
Shaking my head and smiling I replied with: ‘If only you were here then…’
I could do with cheering up and knew Damon’s body would be able to do that. Even just a text made me feel better and took my mind off all the other crap going on.
He replied seconds later: ‘Fuck sake Nell!!!’
Laughing, I inhaled my food and gulped down the coffee.
The fact that he could cheer me up pissed me off a little. Shit, I was such a melodramatic little bitch today. I should be happy that someone could make me feel better but no, not me, not completely anyway.
What had I turned into?
If Chloe was here I’d ask her to slap me, though she’d probably think it was great and offer a high five. If she did that then she’d be the one getting the slap.
I need help.
Leaving my empty mug on the table, I slipped off the stool and rushed out of the door, grabbing my bag as I went past. I was running late and I knew Reg would be pissed but he could do one. I had many, many more things to worry about than my arsehole boss.
Driving like a fucking maniac and running like an Olympian meant I managed to make it to work just three minutes late.
Harry cocked his eyebrow as I burst through the door. It took every ounce of willpower to not stick my middle finger up at him.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said, not bothering to offer an explanation.
“That’s not the first time, Nell,” he said, blatantly talking to my boobs.
I stuck my chest out, making him aware that I knew what he was up to and also hoping it would keep him from being a twat about my lateness. Three minute lateness.
Harry – a guy not that much older than me – cleared his throat and finally looked up. “Just see it doesn’t happen again.”
I smiled sweetly. “Of course. I’m so sorry.” If the guy didn’t pick up on the sarcasm dripping from my words there was no hope for him at all.
“I’ll have a coffee, then you can come to my office.” He smirked and walked off. Fuck. Had I just led him on? If I walked into his office and he was naked I would flip out.
My first stop was my office to wake my computer and put my bag under my desk. My tiny office was depressing and plain. But it could be painted all the colours of the rainbow and I would still think that. This was the actual last place on earth I wanted to spend five days a week but a girl needed shoes and wine so I had little choice.
I passed the gossiping accounting girls standing along the corridor to the kitchen. I was late but they hadn’t started work either. If I could handle falling back ten years I would’ve pointed it out, but I should probably practice a little more maturity than that. Probably.
“Morning,” I said.
They replied and turned straight back to their conversation. One on one they were great but in a group it turned a bit clique-y. I was having absolutely nothing to do with that. The only girl I liked was Chloe. Logan’s sister Cassie was cool too, but we didn’t see a whole lot of each other.
I struggled through the morning, feeling rubbish because I’d been shouted at and ordered about by my arsehole of a boss. Lunch couldn’t have come soon enough and I didn’t even care that I was eating alone in a restaurant and looked like a proper saddo. I was out of the office for an hour and that was all that mattered.
My phone rang just as I finished my sandwich. “Damon,” I said, trying to sound more cheerful than I felt.
“What colour is your underwear?”
Rolling my eyes, I took a sip of my coffee. “You have an unhealthy interest in the colour of my underwear.”
“And an even unhealthier one in what’s under it.”
“Do you want something, Damon? I
‘Woke up with massive, painful morning wood. Now going to have a cold shower and think of you’ ,he’d put.
Shaking my head and smiling I replied with: ‘If only you were here then…’
I could do with cheering up and knew Damon’s body would be able to do that. Even just a text made me feel better and took my mind off all the other crap going on.
He replied seconds later: ‘Fuck sake Nell!!!’
Laughing, I inhaled my food and gulped down the coffee.
The fact that he could cheer me up pissed me off a little. Shit, I was such a melodramatic little bitch today. I should be happy that someone could make me feel better but no, not me, not completely anyway.
What had I turned into?
If Chloe was here I’d ask her to slap me, though she’d probably think it was great and offer a high five. If she did that then she’d be the one getting the slap.
I need help.
Leaving my empty mug on the table, I slipped off the stool and rushed out of the door, grabbing my bag as I went past. I was running late and I knew Reg would be pissed but he could do one. I had many, many more things to worry about than my arsehole boss.
Driving like a fucking maniac and running like an Olympian meant I managed to make it to work just three minutes late.
Harry cocked his eyebrow as I burst through the door. It took every ounce of willpower to not stick my middle finger up at him.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said, not bothering to offer an explanation.
“That’s not the first time, Nell,” he said, blatantly talking to my boobs.
I stuck my chest out, making him aware that I knew what he was up to and also hoping it would keep him from being a twat about my lateness. Three minute lateness.
Harry – a guy not that much older than me – cleared his throat and finally looked up. “Just see it doesn’t happen again.”
I smiled sweetly. “Of course. I’m so sorry.” If the guy didn’t pick up on the sarcasm dripping from my words there was no hope for him at all.
“I’ll have a coffee, then you can come to my office.” He smirked and walked off. Fuck. Had I just led him on? If I walked into his office and he was naked I would flip out.
My first stop was my office to wake my computer and put my bag under my desk. My tiny office was depressing and plain. But it could be painted all the colours of the rainbow and I would still think that. This was the actual last place on earth I wanted to spend five days a week but a girl needed shoes and wine so I had little choice.
I passed the gossiping accounting girls standing along the corridor to the kitchen. I was late but they hadn’t started work either. If I could handle falling back ten years I would’ve pointed it out, but I should probably practice a little more maturity than that. Probably.
“Morning,” I said.
They replied and turned straight back to their conversation. One on one they were great but in a group it turned a bit clique-y. I was having absolutely nothing to do with that. The only girl I liked was Chloe. Logan’s sister Cassie was cool too, but we didn’t see a whole lot of each other.
I struggled through the morning, feeling rubbish because I’d been shouted at and ordered about by my arsehole of a boss. Lunch couldn’t have come soon enough and I didn’t even care that I was eating alone in a restaurant and looked like a proper saddo. I was out of the office for an hour and that was all that mattered.
My phone rang just as I finished my sandwich. “Damon,” I said, trying to sound more cheerful than I felt.
“What colour is your underwear?”
Rolling my eyes, I took a sip of my coffee. “You have an unhealthy interest in the colour of my underwear.”
“And an even unhealthier one in what’s under it.”
“Do you want something, Damon? I
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