What a Pain

Ok, I'm on a role at the moment. Managed to think this one up quite quickly!
Things are gonna get a bit more crazy!
Enjoy!
R


Chapter Seven

Before I knew it, it was Thursday. The week had passed between meetings, discussions about the new designs and retreating back to the drawing board. Awan and I could never manage to agree on the designs. It was counterproductive. Mr Jared was getting annoyed with us and threatened to lock us in the drawing room and ‘Sort it the fuck out’. I don’t think I’ve heard him swear before. He even manages to do that elegantly. He gets on my nerves!

I was drawing another layout for the waiting room; I tried to decide on the colour scheme. Warm cream or yellow? Happy or mellow? Oh, decisions. I was sat in the large design room; sunlight filled the room through the large floor to ceiling windows that covered the far right wall. Being on one of the top floors of the building, I could never look out of them, they gave me vertigo. As I was contemplating the colours Awan came storming into the room. He slammed his brief case on the desk, causing some of the papers that were spread out to fly into the air.

Bloody hell. I’d just put those in order. Ohh he’s gonna get it now.

“And what, oh mighty one would be your problem today?”

He turned his glaring dark brown eyes on me. I almost whimpered from the intensity, but didn’t want to sound too much like a ‘chick’. Man I’m still smarting over that one!

“Shut the fuck up José. I’m not in the mood for your shit,” he growled out.

Ugh, his accent sounds even sexier when he’s angry. Today he was wearing a black pin stripe Gucci suit, with a dark brown tie. It almost matched his gorgeous eyes. His hair was tumbling over one shoulder, the pony tail still securely held. That guy had cheek bones a female model would kill for. Hell I’d love to have his smooth flawless tanned skin. But hey, I’m stuck with slightly pale complexion of being half Hispanic, half English. You would’ve thought the Hispanic genes would’ve given me darker skin, but noo! I wiped at my mouth, please don’t let there be drool.

“Was there no potpourri in the Men’s Room? Man that really gets on my nerves when those damn lowly cleaners forget the potpourri...how could they?” I clasped a hand to my chest and tried to hold back the grin that threatened to spread across my face.

He leaned across the table, putting his hands over my work. I’m gonna kill him if he messed it up. He leaned in really close to me. I tried to stop the gasp that was rising in my throat and had the sudden urge to wave the white flag and retreat. He looked livid.

“Now you listen carefully José,” His voice had dropped to a sinister drawl and it made my skin crawl. I could see the flex of his muscles under his white shirt as he leaned over further. He was completely in my personal bubble. I was stuck between wanting to run and hide or pull him close and kiss the life from him. “Yeah, we had a one night stand and you feel a little...oh I dunno...upset?” he spat the word out, his voice steadily rising in volume, “But I don’t want to put up with your constant snarky remarks and bitchy mood swings”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed.

“Me? Bitchy mood swings?” I laughed some more. “You’re the one who runs hot and cold. I think you have a serious case of PMT. You might want to get it looked at.”

I could virtually see steam coming from his ears. This was fun, and kinda hot.

“You know what? Fuck you!” he shouted. He’d stood up from the desk and started pacing. He ran his hands through his neatly tied back hair, messing it up a little. Some strands fell into his eyes, making him look irresistible.

“Mate, you already have!” Haha, the look on his face! He looked like he was about to murder someone. Namely me, but oh is it worth it. He’s so much fun to get riled up. He started it in the first place.

“You are so infuriating! Why did I sleep with a desperate little nobody? God I bet you spread your legs for any hot ass”

Oh, he did not just say that.

“Why you-”I stood up from the desk with such force that the chair clattered to the floor. By now the room had attracted an audience. The workers were getting used to out frequent shouting matches. Sometimes they would encourage them, wanting them to go into an all out fight. Hah! As if I’d waste valuable energy and my nails. I don’t wanna split them!

“Mr Arbarca! Mr Warner!” Mr Jared’s voice rang through the room, causing the muttering that’d been going on in the crowd to stop.

“What is going on here?” He looked pissed. His blue eyes as cold as ice. Anger radiated from his stance.

“Well, Mr Warner and I were just having a discussion about the colour scheme for the waiting room” I gave my best innocent smile and hoped it would let me off the hook. He could punish Awan all he liked...well...maybe not.

Mr Jared didn’t look like he believed it.

“In my office, now!” he barked out.

I glared at Awan. This was all his fault. He sent daggers in my direction and stormed off after our boss. I followed behind him at a more sedate pace and stared at his fine ass. Mmm I just wanted to squeeze it. But considering the circumstances, I decided against it.

Mr Jared was already sat behind his desk when we entered. He tapped a pen aggressively on the desk. He looked so mad I wanted to turn tail and shut the door behind me.

Awan was standing in front of the desk. Arms crossed over his chest. He glared at me when I stood next to him.

Mr Jared sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. I imagine we were giving him quite the headache. Hah! Take that annoying boss man!

He finally looked up at us.

“Would you please enlighten me as to why every second of the working day you two insist on having your ‘discussions’ as you so put it Mr Arbarca?” His voice was clipped.

I stayed silent for a while. What was I supposed to say? He hated me because we had a one night stand? I don’t think so. While I’m out of the closet I don’t broadcast my sexuality. It can cause complications in the work world.

Mr Jared raised an eyebrow.

“Well Mr Arbarca, I’m waiting,” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
I chanced a glance at Awan and could see a muscle ticking on his jaw. Oh, he was angry all right. Why am I surrounded by angry people? They should chill; it’s not good for their health. Maybe I’ll give the boss some “Kalms” for Christmas.

“Well, you see...the thing is that...” I trailed off, not quite sure how to finish.

“We fucked” Awan’s voice was flat.

I sputtered and stared at him eyes wide.

Mr Jared looked marginally shocked. Whether it was because he found out I was gay or that I had sex with Awan, I didn’t know.

Mr Jared coughed. “Well, gentlemen. Please can you keep your domestic arguments at home? It disrupts the work place.”

“Oh no Mr Jared. We’re not together. Mr Arbarca just has a warped perspective”

Awan sneered.

I froze up. Why is it when I need to come up with decent comebacks I freeze up?

“Well, can you please keep your personal life away from work otherwise I will have to come up with some...disciplinary measures.”

Was it me or did Mr Jared say that in a suggestive manner? I looked at him and he smiled at me. All handsome Greek God of a man. Gah!

“Yes sir,” Awan said. They both looked at me for an answer.

“I’ll try,” Mr Jared shot me a calculating look. “I mean...Yes sir”

“Good. You’re dismissed”

I turned to walk out after Awan and caught Mr Jared staring at me...wait no... Is he looking at my ass?

Oh no, no. This is not happening.

My boss did not just check out my ass.


Reviews-

Jen- Mwahahaa evil ideas are now sprouting.

KD- Yeah, I might fish him out of hot water, or let him boil for a bit. Haven't decided! Thanks for the review =)

Kryst Sutures- Yeah Tony's a rich one. He just doesn't act it. And yeah, you may be right. They're not gonna get together any time soon. But hey, who's to stop make out sessions? ;)