I balance my large purse on my forearm, trying not to spill the coffees in my hand as I open up the door to Carson’s office. I can feel the tension the second I walk in. He’s glaring at me and I know he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
I set his coffee down on his desk. “What’s your problem today?”
“Nothing.”
“Wow, are we twelve?” I say sarcastically.
“You’re awfully chipper this morning.”
I hold up my coffee cup. “Third one of the day.”
He ignores my comment and starts talking. “I emailed you a list of things I need accomplished before I head to the courthouse. I expect them to be done in the next ninety minutes so I can look it all over before I leave.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be back here by one. I want lunch from Gloria’s Steakhouse waiting for me. And a glass of scotch on my desk. I need you to go through the Morgan case and see if you can get depositions set up for his college friends and that one neighbor he had when he lived in the Bellridge apartments.”
“Okay.” I sit down at the table in the opposite seat I usually sit in so I can watch him. He grinds his teeth as he types away at his computer louder than necessary. And then it hits me. He saw me with Derek last night. I didn’t think Carson even knew I was there with a date since I left before I saw him leave.
I didn’t even take Derek home. Or go home with him. We both got wine drunk. He walked me to a cab and kissed me but it was so lackluster I didn’t even ask if he wanted to come home with me. Maybe my mind was still stuck on Carson. I know it was. But I didn’t think it would stop me from getting laid. Hell, I was trying to get laid to stop thinking about Carson.
I glance over at him and see his frustration written all over his face. I snort and he glances over at me.
“What?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“You obviously find something funny.”
I take a sip of my iced mocha and lean back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest. Deciding I should just speak the truth and talk about the elephant in the damn room. “I find your frustration funny.”
He raises a brow at me. “What frustration?”
“Oh please, Carson. You are acting like someone stole your puppy.”
“What are you talking about?”
I click my tongue. “The demanding attitude, the grinding teeth, the way you are taking everything out on your keyboard. You are obviously jealous.”
“Jealous?” he asks in disbelief. “What the hell would I be jealous of?”
I run my finger over my lip and smirk. “I’m guessing you saw me leave the wine bar with a man last night.”
“And why would I care about that?”
“Really? You are still going to pretend like we never met before I started working here?”
He pushes his chair back from his desk but doesn’t stand. “I’m sorry. Am I supposed to know you from before?”
I scrunch my brow. “Wow. Okay, if that’s the game you wanna play, then fine.” I look away from him and grab my laptop out of my purse, setting it on the table to open it when Carson is pushing my hands away from it and leaning his hands on the armrests of my chair, getting in my face.
“Fine. I didn’t see you leave the bar. But I did see you out the window pressed against a car with a man kissing you. I saw you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you. And all I could think about was how you would be late this morning because you are irresponsible and would oversleep after being poorly fucked.”
I ignore his last comment. “Well, I wasn’t late.”
“You were.”
I roll my eyes. “Like by five minutes because I was getting you coffee. And technically that’s not me even being late since I don’t start until nine and I was considerate and came in at seven.”