I get out of bed and storm into the bathroom. I found him under the shower. "For the record, Elias," I snapped, "I was going to tell you that you should wake me up like that every day." He narrows his eyes in anger.
"It seems to me that the only person who's thinking about love around here is you."
He rolls his eyes as he soaps his groin.
His eye-rolling infuriates me. "So don't turn this around and push me away because you are falling in love with me!" I don't know what to say next, so I storm out. I grab my bag and head down to one of the other bathrooms to shower. I'm not getting in with him. Stupid jerk.
Half an hour later, I walk out into the kitchen to see Mr. Miles the CEO—gray suit, white shirt, and cranky controlled persona firmly back in place. "Are you ready?"
"Ah." I look
