all.”
“What?” I drop my eyes to my chest where my name tag should be but isn’t. “Oh…sorry,” I mutter to hide my overreaction. I inhale briefly and smile, hoping it will serve as a peace offering for my abrupt change in behavior.
“Remy. My name’s Remy.”
Mr. Abercrombie extends his hand carefully. Even his blue eyes are filled with reservation.
“Shane.”
So Mr. Abercrombie even has an All-American, Abercrombie name. Great . I slip my hand into his and as much as I hate to admit it, I like the way his hand feels around mine. There’s a soft current that flows between our touch and I feel my skin prickle.
“Shane,” I whisper his name. “I’ve never met someone with your name before.” Most men I’ve ever known were called John.
“And I’ve never met someone named Remy,” he counters. “Is that a family name or something?”
“Yeah, something like that.” I shrug.
“Well, enjoy your breakfast.” I turn away and serve the other customers once their orders have been called.
Jenna takes care of him the rest of the time before he pays his bill and leaves without so much as a goodbye. I know I’m stupid to feel a little hurt, but I do.
“You totally like him.” Jenna snickers in my ear as she wipes the counter off.
“He’s nice.” I admit quietly, feeling my cheeks heat up. “He’s kind of cute.” Cute isn’t how I would describe the man I get naked with in my dreams.
“Oh my God, listen to you! I swear to God, I’m giving you a week. If you don’t let him know you’re interested, I’m going for it!” she warns.
“Do whatever you want. I don’t have time to date anyone.” The sad truth of my life hits like a wrecking ball. Even if I were interested in dating someone, no man goes to the back of the store to rummage through the damaged goods. They go to the top of the line where the name brands are. You get what you pay for, don’t you?
“Who said anything about dating?” Jenna’s backside juts out as she starts to twerkand gyrate with her hands raised high in the air.
“Cut it out, Jenna!” Lenny yells through the window.
“Yeah, Jenna! Cut it out!” I agree, sticking my tongue out at her. But the thought of running my hands over his sweaty chest has, on more than one occasion, sent me on a wild and frenzy search to extinguish the buzzing flesh between my legs.
“FOR THOSE OF you starting your second internship next semester, you should plan to devote much of your free time to reading and getting yourself acquainted with your cases. This is not to be taken lightly. For many of you, this may be the only chance you get to prove yourselves.” David’s voice floats through the lecture hall to the class of twenty two students, but I know he is focused on me. Message is received, David— loud and clear.
“What crawled up his ass?” Simon asks as he slings his messenger bag around his body.
“I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him much this week.”
The look Simon gives me is one of incredulity; he knows how close David and I used to be. “You’re so full of shit.”
“I’m serious.”
“Yeah, okay…Goldilocks.” With quick fingers, Simon musses my hair and teases me, calling me by my childhood nickname.
“Jerk!” I slap his hand away, laughing at the memory of us fighting as kids.
“Remy, I need to see you in my office,” David’s stern words wipe the smile from my face.
I glance up at him and realize that it’s not a request. “Sure. Give me a few minutes.”
David acknowledges Simon with a brief nod and then leaves the large room. The air temperature just dropped to sub-zero freezing.
“You’re in trouble,” Simon sings through a chuckle. “Better you than me.”
“Shut up,” I bump into his shoulder, causing him to lose his footing and knock into Magda. The Indian girl huffs loudly, rolls her eyes and once again calls him an asshole as she bends to pick up her strewn papers.
“Sorry, Magda,” I apologize
“What?” I drop my eyes to my chest where my name tag should be but isn’t. “Oh…sorry,” I mutter to hide my overreaction. I inhale briefly and smile, hoping it will serve as a peace offering for my abrupt change in behavior.
“Remy. My name’s Remy.”
Mr. Abercrombie extends his hand carefully. Even his blue eyes are filled with reservation.
“Shane.”
So Mr. Abercrombie even has an All-American, Abercrombie name. Great . I slip my hand into his and as much as I hate to admit it, I like the way his hand feels around mine. There’s a soft current that flows between our touch and I feel my skin prickle.
“Shane,” I whisper his name. “I’ve never met someone with your name before.” Most men I’ve ever known were called John.
“And I’ve never met someone named Remy,” he counters. “Is that a family name or something?”
“Yeah, something like that.” I shrug.
“Well, enjoy your breakfast.” I turn away and serve the other customers once their orders have been called.
Jenna takes care of him the rest of the time before he pays his bill and leaves without so much as a goodbye. I know I’m stupid to feel a little hurt, but I do.
“You totally like him.” Jenna snickers in my ear as she wipes the counter off.
“He’s nice.” I admit quietly, feeling my cheeks heat up. “He’s kind of cute.” Cute isn’t how I would describe the man I get naked with in my dreams.
“Oh my God, listen to you! I swear to God, I’m giving you a week. If you don’t let him know you’re interested, I’m going for it!” she warns.
“Do whatever you want. I don’t have time to date anyone.” The sad truth of my life hits like a wrecking ball. Even if I were interested in dating someone, no man goes to the back of the store to rummage through the damaged goods. They go to the top of the line where the name brands are. You get what you pay for, don’t you?
“Who said anything about dating?” Jenna’s backside juts out as she starts to twerkand gyrate with her hands raised high in the air.
“Cut it out, Jenna!” Lenny yells through the window.
“Yeah, Jenna! Cut it out!” I agree, sticking my tongue out at her. But the thought of running my hands over his sweaty chest has, on more than one occasion, sent me on a wild and frenzy search to extinguish the buzzing flesh between my legs.
“FOR THOSE OF you starting your second internship next semester, you should plan to devote much of your free time to reading and getting yourself acquainted with your cases. This is not to be taken lightly. For many of you, this may be the only chance you get to prove yourselves.” David’s voice floats through the lecture hall to the class of twenty two students, but I know he is focused on me. Message is received, David— loud and clear.
“What crawled up his ass?” Simon asks as he slings his messenger bag around his body.
“I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him much this week.”
The look Simon gives me is one of incredulity; he knows how close David and I used to be. “You’re so full of shit.”
“I’m serious.”
“Yeah, okay…Goldilocks.” With quick fingers, Simon musses my hair and teases me, calling me by my childhood nickname.
“Jerk!” I slap his hand away, laughing at the memory of us fighting as kids.
“Remy, I need to see you in my office,” David’s stern words wipe the smile from my face.
I glance up at him and realize that it’s not a request. “Sure. Give me a few minutes.”
David acknowledges Simon with a brief nod and then leaves the large room. The air temperature just dropped to sub-zero freezing.
“You’re in trouble,” Simon sings through a chuckle. “Better you than me.”
“Shut up,” I bump into his shoulder, causing him to lose his footing and knock into Magda. The Indian girl huffs loudly, rolls her eyes and once again calls him an asshole as she bends to pick up her strewn papers.
“Sorry, Magda,” I apologize
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