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“Yeah. Their service could be better, though.” He polished off the brownie before speaking. “We had this one girl that was more interested in flirting with me than getting our orders right.?

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Cayla mouth fell open. “Your server was flirting with you while you were on a date?” she inquired in disbelief.

Felix smiled before correcting her. “Not a date. My sister. Once she found that out, she was relentless.”

“Sounds like Daniella.” Cayla rolled her eyes.

Felix’s eyes grew. “That’s exactly who it was!” he exclaimed while pointing at Cayla.

“She tries to get with Dex all of the time as well,” Cayla revealed before she realized she had said his name.

Felix’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Marisol was so pissed she asked to speak with a manager. She was red and fuming, then this Greek God – her words – came out with a charming smile and immediately disarmed her. He even told her he’d personally cook her meal. When she moaned and groaned about how delicious it was, I thought it was her being wrapped up in his good looks.” He paused for effect. “And, I’ll be damned if he didn’t say his name was Dex.”

“That sounds like him,” Cayla supplied.

“He must be amazing to take you from, ‘I only like black guys’ to dating a blond white man with gray eyes…”

“Cayla! If you worked as much as you liked to eat and flirt on the job, your work may be worth something,” Craig the Asshole said from behind her.

All the tension released from her amazing orgasm and wonderful lunch returned in an instant. He was the main reason she planned to leave. Her work was meticulous and always early. Her utilization was through the roof, but it didn’t matter to him. Craig needed a reason to pick on her. Felix’s eyes flashed with anger.

“I started talking to her. She wasn’t flirting,” Felix hissed.

There wasn’t anything he could do. They had different supervisors, plus Craig was the nephew of the owner – somewhat untouchable.

“If you keep slacking off. I will have to write you up or demote you,” he threatened with a snarl, completely ignoring Felix. “Back to work. I want to see your reports before you leave today.”

Cayla felt deep anger in the pit of her belly. She hated him. She started to crawl back into herself. It was one thing to be treated like a child; it was another to have it done in front of the whole team. People who didn’t know her would believe the bullshit that came out of his mouth.

“I hate that guy!” Felix spat. “There has to be something we could do about him. I’ve seen your work firsthand, and it’s brilliant.”

“Thanks.” Her smile was weak and watery. She hated that she was the type that teared up when she was angry. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

That asshole had ruined her day.

Chapter 16

Dex: Are you coming over?

Cayla: No, not today.

Dex: What happened?

Cayla: Nothing. Stress from work has me in a fucked-up mood, and I don’t want to take it out on you.

Dex: Are you sure?

Cayla: Yes. Lunch was delicious, thank you.

Dex: No problem.

Dex: Check on you tomorrow?

Cayla: That’s fine.

Dex looked at the texts from two days prior. He’d talked to her since, but she still would not confide in him. He couldn’t help her if she didn’t let him. They were in a weird part of their relationship. They didn’t have a status. He couldn’t insist they talk like he was her boyfriend. The best he could do was remind her he was there for her and hope she would come around.


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