finally see the silver lining and tell them where to go.”
“Well damn,” I mutter, sinking back in my chair. “I was going to advise you to tell them where to go. I’m proud. I’m all for revenge, so anything petty you can do, do it, though I will guarantee not retaliating will get to him more. It’s like smiling at the person who loathes you. They hate it. But I can be bitch, so I can’t talk for everyone.”
“I will. Thank you, Hayley. This has really helped me.”
“You’re welcome. Let us know how it goes.” I pause, waiting for Chrissy to end the call before addressing my listeners. “We’re going to take a fifteen-minute break, but we have some banging tunes for you to listen to. So, go put the kettle on, make yourself a cuppa and just enjoy. We’ll be back after the break to see what Kyle needs help with.”
My eyes follow Clayton’s movements as he slowly drops his headphones onto the desk, staring right at me.
“What?” I ask, forcing myself not to check whether I have something in my teeth.
“You’re as good as my dad said.”
Pride fills me. There are times when I don’t enjoy doing these live chats, but I still dedicate and pride myself on doing the best I can.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. But you really need to watch your mouth when addressing callers. No woman should swear like that.”
I grit my teeth as I glare holes into him. “Fuck you.”
CHAPTER THREE
It feels like a lifetime since Clayton started working at the station last Monday.
His new addition to the segment has added a lot more to our workload, and we’re paying for it. Yesterday lasted longer than expected because of it, so today, I’m dragging after another long day pre-recording.
I used to love pre-recording on Fridays.
Fridays before we pre-recorded were boring and slow. I ended each segment hating the sound of my own voice.
Everyone was always busy, going out and getting pissed on the weekends. So it got awkward when we didn’t get many callers.
When Mr Cross Senior came up with pre-recording the show and using callers from previous segments we couldn’t get to, I thought it was great. We could still it like we were live as it’s never edited.
Now, not so much.
With the new addition letting men call in added to the podcast, we have been overloaded with calls and messages.
It’s crazy.
The website crashed on Tuesday because so many people were wanting to get in on the next podcast or voice their opinion. And Clayton wasn’t even around for me to take it out on him. It was his idea to bring in the opposite sex, but he couldn’t be bothered to be there to help deal with the extra load. If he doesn’t hire someone else to help with the extra work soon, we’re going to ruin a good thing. Because no one likes to be ignored and they’ll eventually get tired of trying.
I want to throttle him.
And kiss him.
And then throttle him again.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Wednesday, he was just as frustrating as Monday. I’ve got a lot of people in my life who know how to wind me up, but not in the same way Clayton does.
I’ve never met a man who makes me want to fuck him then kill him in the same breath.
And the worst part about it: he doesn’t seem as affected by me as I am him. After our small moment on Monday, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It’s been driving me nuts.
Wednesday, I wore my shortest denim skirt with thick black tights and paired it with my favourite black, ripped T-shirt. It was hot, giving a glimpse of my stomach and cleavage.
And the only reaction I had from him was one of annoyance.
Not lust.
Not desire.
Annoyance.
And I can’t stand the fact that I cared.
I even made sure I looked hot as fuck tonight for Lily and Jaxon’s party, but he isn’t around to see it. It isn’t just about getting a reaction to me as a person, I get a kick out of trying to blow his fuse. He’s just so easy, and if the past few days have taught me anything, it’s that he hates that he can’t tell me what to wear.
Pulling my leather jacket tighter around me to at least try to cover some of my cleavage and ward off the cold air, I walk up the steps to Uncle Maverick’s and Aunt Teagan’s.
Fairy lights have been wrapped around their shrubs and