Ares used a finger to pull the paper close, tilting his head as he read the contents.
"Well, this is obviously my fault, but it's yours too."
He peered at me through his lashes before raising an eyebrow.
"You were the one wandering a club filled with strippers," I grumbled, taking off my coat, placing it on the hanger, and walking to my table.
I spent the rest of the day doing everything with far too much noise. When Ares King demands absolute silence in his workplace, I gave him a racket—dropping papers with thuds, and typing on my laptop loudly until I was even irritated by the sound.
I walked back and forth with far too much energy, making sure my heels gave that desired sharp click-clack. I always tune it down, but now I went into a full-blown mood of nuisance.
When I returned to my table to resume typing, Ares came forward, and I stiffened. I thought he was gonna spend the whole day gawking at me.
