So, yeah.
I didn’t want to be around her.
But I didn’t want her to leave.
My brain was driving me mad.
As was Lexi Hunter.
She’d come back from yoga, looking all refreshed.
And happy.
I couldn’t stand it.
Then, she had the audacity to go shower.
Probably all naked.
And wet.
And soapy.
After that, you’d think she’d throw on a baggy sweatshirt and some overalls or something.
But, no.
Lexi changed into—more yoga wear.
Yoga was over.
Christ, she really wasn’t very bright.
“Do you want a salad or a smoothie?” she asked from the kitchen. Her voice sounded—cheery.
Which also happened to tick me off.
“Why don’t you just throw the salad in the smoothie? Maybe it’ll improve the taste.”
She turned to me with her mouth open. “You said you liked my salads and smoothies.”
“Clue in, Lexi,” I spat out, “nobody likes salads—or smoothies.”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth closed before she turned around.
“Great,” she said, and then I watched as she dumped handfuls of lettuce, spinach—and all the other green shit that was never meant for human consumption—into the blender.
“Do you want me to go out and grab some bark for you to throw in that, too?”
She gave me the look of death as she peered over her shoulder. “Sure, you go do that.”
Lexi hit the button on the blender.
“Couldn’t you find a louder machine?” I yelled at her across the room.
This time she didn’t respond. All she did was add more spinach to the godforsaken blender.
Christ.