Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
"You and Stone finally went at it like rabbits on top of his desk?" Nova says, grinning as she passes me a foam finger and a bag of popcorn. "Because if one of us isn't getting laid, this whole reality is done for."
"We did not have sex on his desk," I growl, earning curious looks from the couple in front of us. My cheeks turn pink, but Nova just smirks at them and waggles her brows until they quickly turn back around.
"What a waste of a perfectly good desk," she mutters, deadpan.
"He's no longer my boss."
"What?" Her eyes fly open wide. "What the fuck? He got fired?"
"Nope."
"Holy shit. Did you quit?"
"No. He—"
"That bastard fired you?" she growls, hopping to her feet with murder in her gaze.
I grab her arm, yanking her back down into her seat before she decides to go hunt him down and bury him under home plate. "Will you listen?" I whisper-hiss.
"Fine," she grunts. "But if the next sentence out of your mouth is that he fired you, I'm killing him. Emelia and Ava are helping, so we're going to need a lot of bail money and excellent lawyers. I'm also going to need you to pack everything in my apartment so my psycho roommate doesn't try to sell it off to the highest bidder."
"You really need to move." If the devil had a sister, I'm pretty sure it'd be Nova's roommate, Larissa. The woman is just pure evil. But Nova is stubborn, and she refuses to let her win, so she won't move. They're in this weird stand-off.
"We're talking about your drama, not mine."
"Fine. He didn't fire me. He found my MASH board."
"What?"
"The stupid game of MASH I played that weekend," I growl. "He found it. Actually, I accidentally gave it to him. It was on my desk, and I grabbed it along with his schedule."
"Hold the phone. Why the fuck did you have it at work?"
"I forgot it was in my purse," I mutter.
"You little liar!" She jabs me in the arm. "You've been looking at it, haven't you?"
"What? No." Not even the armies of hell could torture that truth out of me. "I just forgot about it."
"Uh-huh," she smirks. "I'm sure you did. And then you accidentally gave it to him."
"That was an accident!"
She pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth, still smirking. "So…he knows you have a thing for him now, and he asked Hector to be your supervisor? At least he didn't fire you."
"That's the thing," I mutter, still trying to process how I ended up in this alternate dimension. "He, uh…he might have asked me out?"
"Shut the front door!" She's on her feet again, staring at me like I just hit a homerun. "Holy shit."
"Would you lower your voice and stay in your seat?" I growl, trying to wrestle her back down before she breaks into a dance and we end up having this conversation on the jumbotron. That's just what I need.
"You can't kill my vibe, Seraphina," she says, falling back into her seat. "You're finally having sex with that fine specimen of a man. Let me enjoy the moment."
"We aren't having sex."
"Yet." She cackles so loud I'm sure they hear her in the dugout. I swear to God, I can't wait until she's finally forced to face the way she feels for Huxley. I'm bringing popcorn, booze, and a comfy blanket so I can live in luxury while I enjoy watching her squirm.
"I should have called Emelia instead," I grumble.
She flings an arm around my shoulder, giggling. "I'm just happy for you because you want the man, even if you are too stubborn to admit it."
"Huh. Sounds like someone else I know."
Her gaze drifts to the Hux on the pitcher's mound and then whips back to me. "No idea what you mean," she sniffs.
"Right." I roll my eyes at her, not buying her bullshit for a second.
"When is the date?"
"I didn't agree to go."
"But you are going to agree, right?" When I don't immediately answer, she glowers at me. "Right, Seraphina?"
"Fine!" I cry. "Yes. I'm probably going to agree, okay?"
She smiles like the cat that ate the canary, and I swear to God, I feel the gates of hell slamming closed.
This is going to be a disaster.
Chapter Four
Stone
Ithought working beside Seraphina all day was hell before I knew I might have a chance. Now that the truth is out, it's a whole new level of torture.
And she is not playing fair.
She comes to work on Thursday in a flirty little pink dress and chunky boots, her hair up in an intricate braid. She looks utterly fuckable as she flits around the office, pretending I don't exist.
I let her get away with it until lunch, when one of my players comes in and takes a seat at her desk. The bastard makes no secret of the fact that he's flirting with her. They never do. Half my team would do all kinds of sketchy shit just to earn a smile from her. When she watches practice, keeping them focused takes a fucking miracle.