Chapter Four
Thinking ahead, I pretend not to notice Eric there and run down, smacking into him with a loud plop.
The tea cup flies to the floor, and the shock of the impact gives me a moment to get a little revenge on Eric.
Before he catches on to my sneaky business, I say, “Hey. That hurt.”
“You should watch where you’re running,” Eric says, nonplussed, as he picks up the now-empty cup. “In general, I’d appreciate it if you could avoid unnecessary physical contact with me going forward. I don’t want to break Nero’s orders, even by accident.”
Nero asked him not to touch me? What about my opinion on the matter? Maybe I want Eric to touch me. I mean, I definitely don’t, but many women would and the restriction is annoying, to say the least. Only I should decide who does or doesn’t touc
