walking again. I actually do need to finish shopping sometime this year. I still have to unpack everything when I get home and it’s already been a long day.
I really am normally nice, calm, and collected. But Noah Ross is a whole different can of worms. That man has been nothing but abrasive towards me since the day of my interview and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why. I have never done anything to make him so sour towards me. Everything that I do seems to make him angry or annoyed. At first, I would get upset that he seemed to hate me for no apparent reason. But after a while, I just stopped caring for my own sanity. I’ve already dealt with having a harsh man in my life thanks to my father. I always tried to please him and it got me absolutely nowhere. So, I eventually said screw it and decided to get mad right back at him.
Which has actually been a bit of a blessing in disguise? My cheeks have always gotten red whenever Noah would look at me. I mean, let’s face it; he is beyond gorgeous. Tall, well built, dirty, dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, a hint of scruff and did I mention well built? Sure, I dated a few guys in college, but they sure as hell didn’t look anything like Noah. So of course I’m going to blush when a man that good looking is focusing his sole attention on me, even if he’s being a jerk. But now that I’m able to give it right back to him, without getting fired as Mase, Ben, and Kayla all assured me, I’m able to blame my cheeks on anger and not lust.
I swear, no one has ever gotten under my skin the way that Noah does. And sure I might’ve had a tiny—miniscule really—crush on him when I first started working at Ross Construction, but thankfully after months of dealing with him being an insufferable butthead, I’m well over that. Okay, mostly over it. The damn man can’t seem to find any shirts that aren’t snugger than most women’s shapewear. Half the time, the buttons look like they’re about to pop off. Not that I would really mind that too much, especially with how well defined his chest…hmmm, where was I going with this?
“You okay?” I startle and look over to see Declan eyeing me suspiciously.
I clear my throat. “Yeah, why?” I ask before looking around to see if I need anything from this isle.
“Because you spaced out, your face turned red, and then you started to lick your lips. Whatever you were thinking about must’ve been pretty damn interesting.” I ignore the giddy look in his eyes. The man is one of the biggest gossips that I’ve ever met, besides my brother anyway.
I increase the speed at which I’m pushing my cart. “Oh, I was just thinking about everything that I have to get done before I can eat dinner.” I lie and make sure to not look at Declan. Brad always tells me that I can’t lie to anyone’s face because I always look guilty.
“Uh-huh.” Is mumbled from just behind me on the right.
Seriously, shouldn’t there be more people here so that he can’t catch up to me so easily? Geez, can’t a girl just daydream about her boss’s chest before she daydreams about killing him in peace?
I stop short and have a million pounds of muscle run into the back of me. “Oof.” Is what comes out as my chest slams into the bar on my cart. “Declan!” I grouch.
He steps away from me and gives me an incredulous look. “Why are you yelling at me? You’re the one who stopped short.”
I rub my chest bone where I’m pretty sure that I’m going to have a bruise. “I’m grocery shopping, Declan. I’m obviously going to stop when I see something that I need.” I huff at the pain in the butt as I bend down to grab the vitamins that I want.
“What are you…five?” His head is tilted, and he’s back to wearing that smirk.
I roll my eyes. “Obviously not.” Honestly, how does Aimee not kill him?
“Then why are you buying gummy vitamins? Aren’t those for kids?” The second man today to annoy me asks.
I wonder if Damon would help me get rid of Dec and Noah for a while. After Declan recording him today, I might have a pretty good chance of him saying yes.