My Favorite Mistake (43 page)

Always,

The Boy You Dream About

P.S. I'm also a lost prince from a faraway land. Want to do me now?

“How are we doing?” Tom was back.

I closed my email window and went back to the test. I wasn't as far as I should be with the test, but that wasn’t completely my fault.

“Done,” Hunter said with one last mouse click. Asshat.

“I have a few left,” I admitted.

“Okay, well come find me when you're done, and we'll do a little tour and get you started on some shelving.”

Hunter leaned back in his chair, and from the look on his face I could tell he was pleased with himself. God, I wanted to punch him again, but then I'd get fired and I really needed this job.

I finished my test with Hunter looking on and I didn't get any further emails. I wanted to text him that if he fell from a ladder it would save me from having to try and win the bet, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

The rest of our few hours of work was uneventful, if you could call Hunter “accidentally” brushing his hand on my ass several times as Tom showed us the closed stacks on the third floor of the library where most of the documents were kept and taught us the rudiments of the call number system uneventful.

“One more time and those fingers will be gone,” I hissed when Hunter brushed my backside a third time as we got back in the elevator to go down to the first floor.

Tom went over our schedules and wrote them on a whiteboard. I was relieved to find that Hunter and I only had two shifts the same, so at least I'd have the rest of the time Hunter-free.

“Well, we're very happy to have you on board and we'll see you tomorrow,” Tom said as Hunter and I gathered up our bags.

“Thank you again, I really appreciate it,” I said.

“See you tomorrow,” Hunter said, gesturing for me to exit first. “Ladies first.”

I walked through and I could feel his eyes on my butt. I didn't say a word until we were outside. I turned around and gave him a sweet smile, stepping close and biting my lip.

“So, um, I was thinking...” Hunter's eyes went wide for half a second before he started to smile. Haha. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into a nook behind the library where people wouldn't see us. I laughed and moved closer to him. He reached for me...

And I slammed him with my bag.

“You asshole! Are you seriously stalking me? Of all the places for you to get a job, you choose the same office as me? SERIOUSLY?!” I went for another hit, but he was ready this time.

“Hey, hey! I didn't know, okay?” We fought for control of the bag, but since he had more leverage he won. “Jesus, stop hitting me. Has anyone ever told you that you have an anger problem?”

“More than one therapist,” I said, lunging for my bag.

He pulled his arm back and up so it was securely out of my reach. “Whoa, there. Calm down.”

“Don't tell me what to do.”

“Okay, fine. Freak out.”

He held the bag out to me, and I waited a second before I ripped it away from him. For only the third time I saw a look other than cocky assurance on Hunter's face. I hated the look of concern even more than the confident one.

“Screw you,” I said, storming away. I hated him. I hated how he got under my skin. I hated how, for a second, I thought about pushing him up against the library and making out with him. I hated him. I hated him. How could I prove it before it was too late and I actually followed through with kissing him? I couldn't fall for Hunter. I couldn't fall for anyone.