“So, you didn’t get your daily dose of your super client, you must be having withdrawals,” Marcella said, a smug look on her face.
I rolled my eyes at the lame joke; I was in no way addicted to him. After yesterday, I needed some time away from him to clear my head. I might have made some promises, but after having time to think about it, I realized that we both needed to stay away from each other, so I could figure out what to do about Cassandra and a way to keep my job.
However, he was not the easiest man to resist. Resisting him at all took a lot of self-control and I didn’t think I had much left. So, I was going to bury myself in work and not think about him.
Right after I read this really short article about his extra-curricular activities. Maybe I am a little addicted.
I felt Marcella’s eyes on me and looked up at her. “What do you want?” I asked spitefully.
“Oh, nothing, just making sure you’re okay,” she said.