Page 56 of Another Last Call
My hands betrayed me, and I dropped a pile of coins on the ground.
“Sure you don’t,” he said, sounding mad. “What, I’m supposed to watch tourists flirt with you all the time, but I get one night of women flirting with me and it’s a problem?”
“That’s not even a comparison. I don’tlikewhen tourists flirt with me. And you… that was way past flirting.” A dry laugh coughed from my throat. “If it weren’t for the bar between the two of you, you’d have been in her panties hours ago.”
He was silent again. The tension in the office was so thick I almost choked, an almost tangible sensation of anger and frustration and annoyance creeping up the empty spaces between us.
“What is this actually about, Maggie?” he asked, his voice cold.
“Nothing,” I said. “Is it too much to ask for you to finish cleaning up the bar before you go fuck her or do I need to do that for you, too?”
“That’s uncalled for.”
I didn’t respond.
“Are you jealous?”
Still, I said nothing. After a moment, he chuckled.
“You are, aren’t you? You’re jealous.”
I glared at him. “Fuck off.”
He threw his hands up. “Seriously? You’re the one who said we had to keep things professional between us. We agreed it was a bad idea for us to continue where we were going. So what, I can’t be with anyone else?”
“That’s not what this is about.” My heart was pounding, and my fingers trembled as I tried to continue counting the deposit.
“It’s not? You have another reason to sit there and be pissed at me for flirting with someone who might’ve been into me?”
“That’s not —”
“So what is it, then? What is itthistime? Because every time I so much as turn around the wrong way, you act like it’s the end of the fucking world. Now you want to be in control of everything, including who I talk to? Sorry to break it to you, Mags, but we’re not dating. Evenyoucan’t be crazy enough to think you get a say in who I fuck.”
I slammed my hands on the desk as I stood up, the desk chair flying back and hitting the wall. Caleb took a step back, shock on his face.
“You’re such an asshole,” I said.
“Mags—”
“Go to hell, Caleb.” Leaving the deposit on the desk, I pushed past him out of the office, my heart racing as I stormed through the kitchen and up the stairs to my apartment.
He was right, of course. I couldn’t stop picturing him with Bridesmaid One, fucking her against the bar the way he’d fucked me, pushing that stupid little dress up her hips and making her scream for more.
It wasn’t until I was upstairs, the apartment door slammed shut behind me, that I let out an infuriated sob.
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Adoorslammedandtwo loud thumps sounded from the apartment above.
My guess was that Maggie had thrown something. Or kicked her shoes at the wall. Or maybe she’d fallen down. Twice.
Angry wasn’t quite the right word for what I was feeling. Livid was closer. Aggravated. Annoyed. Disgusted. Exasperated.
Somewhere in there, a little flattered. Maybe. If Maggie was jealous, that meant she might still… butGod, the way she’d just acted was disgusting.
Then again, I had kind of… well. I should’ve maybe taken the high road. Or at least, I shouldn’t have called her crazy to her face.
