Yes, you snotty little piece of supervisor. I got it. Stop trying to make my life hell!
My head in the magazine company is doing this on purpose, in other words, adding to my workload because she wants to hire another full-time writer if I succumb and bend under the workload. I ignore it, kicking off my heels, and shoving the phone inside my handbag out of my sight. I’ll just have to text her later.
“You’re early today.” Cassiel is moving around from the kitchen to the bedroom, shirtless, with sexy disheveled bedhead, looking like he just woke up from a nap because it’s already past two in the afternoon.
“And, you’re home. Which never happens?” I bite my lip after I say it, forcing my lips into a tight smile. Cassiel moves back in the kitchen, switching the television off.
“I know. Oka
