Chapter 10 Never Make a Woman Mad
A/N: Hey, all! I haven't read any new reviews yet, as I just posted ch. 9, but if you do write in, thank you! Anyways, here's chapter 10.
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Tuesday.
The day Spike would come over for the tour.
Buffy was raging a war inside her head. 'Maybe you should give him a break. You shouldn't expect him to tell you EVERYTHING. It isn't like he's even said you were his girlfriend or anything.'
'Whatever! They're just words! He should be able to trust you with or without commitment!'
Buffy didn't want to give Spike a tour of the building.
She wanted him to grovel.
She wanted to forgive him without any groveling.
She wanted to rip his brains out.
She wanted to kiss him senseless.
'God, do they have meds for this?'
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Spike was walking towards Buffy's office. Or what he thought was the way to Buffy's office.
Ever since she had learned about the merger and the fact that he was to be her boss, she had been avoiding him. He wanted to know why.
OK, so he knew why. He just wanted to see her.
Women in the cubicles and offices lining the hallways he was trying to find his way through eyed him appreciatively, but Spike didn't give them a second glance, his mind was too focused on Buffy.
In his mind, Spike formulated a plan to show Buffy that even if he was her boss now, it didn't mean that he was any different.
Finally getting to her office, he knocked on the door and stepped inside.
If looks could kill, Spike would've been a dead man.
Worse, he'd be a dead man with his guts hanging on the kitchen table.
Any wise man would've recognized this immediately and ran as far as his legs could carry him, but Spike was not only lacking in the smarts department at that moment, but he was also very much in a daze after walking around in circles trying to find her office all morning.
"What do you want?" She asked irritably.
"I want a tour of this bloody building. From you." He said. "Please?" He added, his voice softening.
"Well, I guess I don't have a choice, do I? I mean, what with you being my boss now and everything." She snapped.
Suddenly, she swept passed him and out in the hall. "Coming?" She asked, with forced cheerfulness.
"Yah."
They walked down to the main level, the only sound coming from bustling coworkers and from Buffy's speech on where everything was in the building.
Suddenly, Spike spied a small door up ahead stating 'Janitor's Closet.' He grabbed her hand and dragged her inside, his face inches from hers.
"And this would be the Janitor's closet," she whispered.
"Yah, that was what I thought, what with the buckets and brooms and all." He said, and then he smashed his mouth over hers.
~12 minutes later~
Buffy was the first to walk out. "I hate you," she said icily.
Spike just laughed as he walked out behind her.
"Love you to, pet."
Buffy shot him another evil glare, and suddenly stopped.
'Did he just say what I think he said?'
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I've got massive algebra homework. Lots of Love,
Andi ;P
A/N: Hey, all! I haven't read any new reviews yet, as I just posted ch. 9, but if you do write in, thank you! Anyways, here's chapter 10.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Tuesday.
The day Spike would come over for the tour.
Buffy was raging a war inside her head. 'Maybe you should give him a break. You shouldn't expect him to tell you EVERYTHING. It isn't like he's even said you were his girlfriend or anything.'
'Whatever! They're just words! He should be able to trust you with or without commitment!'
Buffy didn't want to give Spike a tour of the building.
She wanted him to grovel.
She wanted to forgive him without any groveling.
She wanted to rip his brains out.
She wanted to kiss him senseless.
'God, do they have meds for this?'
.....................................................
Spike was walking towards Buffy's office. Or what he thought was the way to Buffy's office.
Ever since she had learned about the merger and the fact that he was to be her boss, she had been avoiding him. He wanted to know why.
OK, so he knew why. He just wanted to see her.
Women in the cubicles and offices lining the hallways he was trying to find his way through eyed him appreciatively, but Spike didn't give them a second glance, his mind was too focused on Buffy.
In his mind, Spike formulated a plan to show Buffy that even if he was her boss now, it didn't mean that he was any different.
Finally getting to her office, he knocked on the door and stepped inside.
If looks could kill, Spike would've been a dead man.
Worse, he'd be a dead man with his guts hanging on the kitchen table.
Any wise man would've recognized this immediately and ran as far as his legs could carry him, but Spike was not only lacking in the smarts department at that moment, but he was also very much in a daze after walking around in circles trying to find her office all morning.
"What do you want?" She asked irritably.
"I want a tour of this bloody building. From you." He said. "Please?" He added, his voice softening.
"Well, I guess I don't have a choice, do I? I mean, what with you being my boss now and everything." She snapped.
Suddenly, she swept passed him and out in the hall. "Coming?" She asked, with forced cheerfulness.
"Yah."
They walked down to the main level, the only sound coming from bustling coworkers and from Buffy's speech on where everything was in the building.
Suddenly, Spike spied a small door up ahead stating 'Janitor's Closet.' He grabbed her hand and dragged her inside, his face inches from hers.
"And this would be the Janitor's closet," she whispered.
"Yah, that was what I thought, what with the buckets and brooms and all." He said, and then he smashed his mouth over hers.
~12 minutes later~
Buffy was the first to walk out. "I hate you," she said icily.
Spike just laughed as he walked out behind her.
"Love you to, pet."
Buffy shot him another evil glare, and suddenly stopped.
'Did he just say what I think he said?'
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I've got massive algebra homework. Lots of Love,
Andi ;P