Ryan
"What do you want?"
The words came out colder than I intended. Then again, maybe they weren't. Rhea didn't seem bothered by it.
She pulled out the chair opposite my desk and sat down placing a flash drive on my desk.
"That's my report for the week."
I stared at the drive for a second before picking it. I wasn't interested in unnecessary interactions. I plugged the drive into my laptop and opened the files.
The report was not bad. It was detailed. Professional. Well organized.
The statistics backed everything up. Dammit. The woman actually knew what she was doing.
I leaned back. She stared at me. I pretended not to notice.
The report was excellent. But for some reason, complimenting her felt impossible.
Maybe because every time I looked at her, I remembered that slap. The f
