“You finished?” Just two words. That was it.
I wasn’t quite ready to lower my weapons just yet, not when I wasn’t sure what was coming next. “Depends.”
His fingers were still steepled, his expression still arrogant and bored, only I knew better than to believe it. Those blueish-gray eyes of his had gone from mist to storm clouds vibrating with thunder and lightning. “On?”
“On whether or not I’ve just lost my job.”
I could have sworn I saw the quickest, smallest little flicker of amusement cross his features, but that couldn’t have been right. Satan didn’t have a sense of humor. “And if I said you had?”
“Then I think I’d have a bit more fuel left in the tank,” I answered, my words a warning: Fire me, and I’ll gladly stand here and tear into you until my tongue’s lashed the meat right off your bones.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you aren’t fired.”
Well, that was a surprise. “Guess so.”
“Then get back to work.” He sat up straight, scooting his chair closer to his desk, and shifted his attention back to the computer. And just like that, I was dismissed.
I turned and started for the door again only to have him stop me by calling my name... again. I didn’t bother turning all the way around that time, instead, opting to hold on to the power by glaring at him over my shoulder.
“You still haven’t gotten me my coffee this morning. And for lunch, I’d like a burger from Joe’s. Medium, add bacon, no pickles.”
I blinked slowly.
“You got that?”
God, I really wish I had the power to set things on fire with my mind. “Got it,” I gritted. “Anything else?”
“That’s it. For now.” He lowered his head to the document sitting on top of his desk as his way of dismissing me, but I could have sworn I saw a flash of a smile.