“You’re flirting with contractors now?” Tate says the moment I pass his open door. When I look up at him sitting behind his desk, he’s flipping through his notepad, not even looking at me. The smile drops from my face. “Excuse me?” “I overheard the meathead chatting you up around the corner.” “Wow. Eavesdrop much?” He is the king of rude today. “I have to say, I never thought of you as someone who goes gaga over office supplies.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “He gives you a special pen and you’re all smiles. It’s a bit much is all I’m saying.” His fingers make air quotes when he says
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Sorry, THIS is the love interest?
