The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 34

I walked into the work hall with Alexander McAllister and it seemed like the heavens had come down to settle here on earth because the entire atmosphere had turned up a notch.

With how annoyed I was at him, granted everything that had happened in the few seconds of our little meet and greet, it did not even come off to me as much of a shock that I actually forgot how much of a big deal he was, in this Ciel already. And, in all honesty, I could not even bring myself to pay any mind to anyone who stared at us like we were two or three headed monsters, I just walked on with the guy behind me and ignored the eyes that diverted our ways and the whispers that filled the air in our walk in.

Or, at least, in his walk in.

Alexander was a star, here. If only these people knew how f*****g annoying he could actually be. They would like him a whole lot even less.

Until then, I was stuck with his annoying a*s, the over exaggerations of my blindly obsessed colleagues, as well as their awful and tormenting whispers that filled the room and nearly gave me a f*****g headache.

"Oh my God. That's Alexander McAllister!"

Yeah, no s**t.

"Oh, my, so is he actually going to be with us, working in this very department?"

Of course, not, he is coming here to wait tables, you i***t!

"And, what is he doing with the new employee? Why has she been all around him? Desperate much!"

I looked to the girl who had said that and her friend, and they were quick to shut the f**k up and not utter another word. Without saying a word, I looked away and made one point clear to them as I walked past their row and made way to my own row.

"You have a full room of women like you drooling over a man who obviously does not have any of your time and has made that clear enough with his nonchalance, and you still whisper and giggle like high school kids, and somehow I am the desperate one? Ironic much."

Multiple gasps were behind me, but that was really none of my business. I found my row. The very one where 'Betty and Veronica' occupied by my sides and I was more than happy to notice that, as a matter of fact...

"One of you is missing." I pointed it out, looking to the empty seat where Veronica was meant to be, "What happened?"

'Betty' completely ignored me.

What shocked me was how fast and smiley she suddenly was, the very next second, with Alexander behind me who had the most neutral and unbothered face yet. How do I even explain it? The woman just looked at me after I spoke to her, took about the count of three seconds to look at me with one eye brow up and a look of disgust on her face, and with one blink, she looked away, plastered the most fake smile on her face and winged her head to Alexander, blinking her eyelashes so hard that I thought she was possessed.

"Oh, hey, Alexander! The seat right here," She gestured to the seat directly next to her, where I was meant to be sitting, "Is all yours!"

I looked at her with a slight frown.

"And so, where do I sit?" I asked.

She looked at me like I was a fly butting in to her conversation and cutting the flow, like she could swat me off and away if she somehow had the magic powers to do so.

"And where does your little 'Veronica' friend sit then?" I asked her, unfazed by the fact that my 'excessive' questions were a bother to her.

"Veronica and I sorted ourselves out," She snapped at me.

"Or, you had no other choice to?" I asked her, immediately understanding what was truly happening here, "Something tells me that arrangements were made with the seats arrangements since Alexander McAllister now has to work side by side with me. I bet my a*s that was why your 'Betty' friend was sent away to sit somewhere else? So? Where is she? Where was she thrown off to?"

"You ask too many damn questions," She rolled her eyes.

"Maybe if you gave me answers, I would ask less." I responded, I really don't get it. Why do female colleagues have to make themselves rival against each other? All you've been is rude to me since the first day I came here and I don't get it why. Why don't you just drop the attitude already?" I said to her.

"For someone who's meant to be the protagonist, you sure do dish out some savage bluntness on others."

It was not Betty who spoke.

It was Alexander.

Nearly. I actually nearly forgot that he was even there with us in the first place and it occurred to me quickly that he had been surveying our little squabble back and forth.

"Sit." I ordered after looking him up and down and taking the seat next to Betty that she wanted Alexander to be on, and he took the seat right next to me, where a suddenly nonexistent Veronica was.

"I am not a child, you know?" He said to me, refusing to heed to my command as he stood there and leaned an arm on my desk.

I swatted his arm away.

"So, you can't just be ordering me around like that," He said, "Especially now that I have gotten some 'reps' in front if all these people, Sharpay."

I grind my teeth so hard, I had a migraine.

Ignoring the nickname, I told Alexander simply.

"If you want to be treated like an adult, then act like one."

He backed up, feigning offence.

"Ouch. That hit a spot." He mocked me.

I knew he was clearly mocking him.

Nothing I did was offensive to him. I was the one slowly getting redder and hotter with rage and he found that, apparently, amusing. He simply did not even care. Didn't give a damn or two.

"Sit." I ordered again.

"No." He refused.

"Fine, then, stand there for all I care."

"Okay, then."

And, Alexander went ahead to do the exact opposite of that.

The man took a seat where Veronica was meant to be, flashing pearly white set of teeth at me as he proudly ticked me by doing the exact opposite of what I was asking him to do.

"This is fun," He said as he took a seat and leaned on the back rest of it, outing arms behind his head and resting his long legs on the table, nearly shocking down his work computer that was on the desk with those giant legs of his'.

I completely ignored him and that action, taking note to self that he was not going to be the reason why I would rip my blonde hair out today.

"It is really fun," He said to me, getting even more comfortable.

I wanted to ignore a second time, but it was hard.

"What?" I whipped my head to him with the speed of light, "What is so fun?!"

He laughed. He looked so different when he laughed. Like a little child.

A little child that I wanted to scold so bad.

"Messing with you," He told me, "It's so fun to play with you. You turn beet red when you are mad. I could do this all day."

Control yourself, Rachel.

"I mean, if this is how it's going to be for me every day, then, I may not hate this job thing so much!" He continued talking.

With a deep sigh that let out all my frustration in one breath, I started to click the mouse and handle the computer that was in front of me.

"So, this is the Purchasing Department and this is how things work over here..."

I barely finished what I was saying and I was interrupted by his chuckle.

I ignored it quietly.

"So, here in the Purchasing Department, what we do is...."

He chuckled again.

One more time, I pretended like I did not hear and made it a note to self to start all over again.

"The important thing about the Purchasing Department is that we...."

He chuckled a third time and I whipped my head over to him so, so fast.

"What!" I snapped.

I hoped the whole work hall could not hear me because my frustration, because with how irritated he made me, it made my tone to even rise in pitch.

"What?!" I toned it down to ask him in aggressive whispers.

His eyes were lit up, happy and bright.

"You look so adorable when you are mad." He said to me.

"Would you concentrate?" I asked him seriously, "You are not taking this seriously enough."

He folded his arms as if in challenge.

"That offends me." He said to me.

"So far I have noticed, nothing offends you." I said to him.

He only laughed at that and shook his head.

"Let's make a deal." He suddenly said to me.

"No." I debunked immediately.

"I will concentrate and listen to everything that you are saying to me..." He started anyways, "But on only one condition."

I hated that I wanted to hear him out.

"Hit me." I said to him.

His smile broadened so wide and I instantly regretted giving him an ear.

Even more, I regretted it when he opened his mouth and said to me.

"Go on a date with me, Sharpay."