“Oh, here he is,” Tom said, turning around. I turned my head and saw my coworker.
“Fancy seeing you here, Missy. Small world.” Hunter Zaccadelli, we meet again.
“You have got to be kidding.”
“Do you two know each other?” Tom looked both confused and uncomfortable.
“We're roommates,” I said.
“Well, it is a small world. That's not going to be a problem, is it?”
“No, not at all,” I said. There was no way I was giving up this job.
“Agreed,” Hunter said.
Tom gave us a look, but took our word for it. “Okay, then. For today I just need you to complete a few workplace safety tests. It's a pain you have to do them, but they're required for all new employees.”
Hunter sat down directly across from me and booted up the computer. I did the same as Tom told us how to log in to the website and what the test would entail. Didn’t seem too difficult.
“You sure this is okay? I know how hard it can be to work with someone you live with. My wife used to work in this department.” He smiled and we both reiterated that it would be fine. At least for now. We’d only been there for a few minutes, and I was still reeling. I didn’t believe in luck, but I seemed to be having a lot of the bad kind lately.
Hunter and I got to work on a stupid safety multiple-choice test. I had to keep moving my feet because he kept invading my space.
“Will you stop that?” I said after he stretched his feet out under my chair for the millionth time.
“Why? I like pissing you off. It's the best part of my day.”
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead I turned my attention back to my computer screen. Seconds later, my email made a pinging sound to tell me I had a new message. I'd pulled it up in case any of my professors sent a message that I needed to read right away. I didn't need more than one guess to know who the ping was from.
Subject: You're totally picturing me naked right now
Missy,
So how about you and I head up to the stacks to do some “shelving”?
I glared at the message before hitting reply.
Subject: This is a work environment and this is harassment
Mr. Zaccadelli,
I am writing to inform you that your proposition has been rejected. Due to both the fact that we are coworkers, as well as roommates, I would find it inappropriate to “visit the stacks” with you. I will reject all further offers at this time. If, in the future, I decide to entertain such an offer, I will inform you via correspondence.
Respectfully (not) yours,
Miss Taylor Caldwell
P.S. Stop fucking emailing me.
I watched his eyes skim the message and a smirk cross his face. He looked straight into my eyes as he typed away, never glancing at the keyboard.
He banged the enter key with a little nod.
Ping.
Subject: Not a chance
Missy,
I accept your challenge, and may I remind you, that if you want me to leave you alone, there is that little bet we have going. Win it, and I'm gone.
Impatiently (and nakedly) yours,
Mr. Hunter Aaron Zaccadelli, esquire.
P.S. Bring it on.
Oh, he was not getting the last word. I turned the volume down on my computer and did a quick visual sweep of the room to make sure we weren't going to get busted. Everyone else was absorbed in what they were doing.
Subject: Challenge accepted
Mr. Zaccadelli,
If you keep this up, I'm going to report you to the workplace hotline for harassment. They don't take kindly to tattooed, guitar-playing dudes making advances toward sweet, innocent girls. Game ON.
Sincerely,
The Girl You Will Never Have
P.S. Esquire? You are so full of shit
I heard a muffled laugh from Hunter's side of the desk, but I kept my eyes glued to the computer screen. Ladders. Safety precautions when working with ladders...
Ping.
I glared at the computer in irritation. Guess you couldn't turn the sound off.
Subject: Get back to work
Missy,
You're distracting me from the very important topic of workplace safety. How would you feel if I improperly climbed a ladder due to not learning the proper procedure and then fell to my death?
Always,
The Boy You Dream About
P.S. I'm also a lost prince from a faraway land. Want to do me now?
“How are we doing?” Tom was back.
I closed my email window and went back to the test. I wasn't as far as I should be with the test, but that wasn’t completely my fault.
“Done,” Hunter said with one last mouse click. Asshat.
“I have a few left,” I admitted.
“Okay, well come find me when you're done, and we'll do a little tour and get you started on some shelving.”
Hunter leaned back in his chair, and from the look on his face I could tell he was pleased with himself. God, I wanted to punch him again, but then I'd get fired and I really needed this job.
I finished my test with Hunter looking on and I didn't get any further emails. I wanted to text him that if he fell from a ladder it would save me from having to try and win the bet, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
The rest of our few hours of work was uneventful, if you could call Hunter “accidentally” brushing his hand on my ass several times as Tom showed us the closed stacks on the third floor of the library where most of the documents were kept and taught us the rudiments of the call number system uneventful.
“One more time and those fingers will be gone,” I hissed when Hunter brushed my backside a third time as we got back in the elevator to go down to the first floor.
Tom went over our schedules and wrote them on a whiteboard. I was relieved to find that Hunter and I only had two shifts the same, so at least I'd have the rest of the time Hunter-free.
“Well, we're very happy to have you on board and we'll see you tomorrow,” Tom said as Hunter and I gathered up our bags.
“Thank you again, I really appreciate it,” I said.
“See you tomorrow,” Hunter said, gesturing for me to exit first. “Ladies first.”
I walked through and I could feel his eyes on my butt. I didn't say a word until we were outside. I turned around and gave him a sweet smile, stepping close and biting my lip.
“So, um, I was thinking...” Hunter's eyes went wide for half a second before he started to smile. Haha. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into a nook behind the library where people wouldn't see us. I laughed and moved closer to him. He reached for me...
And I slammed him with my bag.
“You asshole! Are you seriously stalking me? Of all the places for you to get a job, you choose the same office as me? SERIOUSLY?!” I went for another hit, but he was ready this time.
“Hey, hey! I didn't know, okay?” We fought for control of the bag, but since he had more leverage he won. “Jesus, stop hitting me. Has anyone ever told you that you have an anger problem?”
“More than one therapist,” I said, lunging for my bag.
He pulled his arm back and up so it was securely out of my reach. “Whoa, there. Calm down.”
“Don't tell me what to do.”
“Okay, fine. Freak out.”
He held the bag out to me, and I waited a second before I ripped it away from him. For only the third time I saw a look other than cocky assurance on Hunter's face. I hated the look of concern even more than the confident one.
“Screw you,” I said, storming away. I hated him. I hated how he got under my skin. I hated how, for a second, I thought about pushing him up against the library and making out with him. I hated him. I hated him. How could I prove it before it was too late and I actually followed through with kissing him? I couldn't fall for Hunter. I couldn't fall for anyone.
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