It was late when he finally arrived at her house. He was driving around for a few hours now. Couldn't let go of what happened in the office earlier. She was probably still mad at him. Who would blame her? This time he really messed up, he knew that. He just didn't know how to fix it.
"You're an asshole, Lightman!"
She never called him by his surname. Not only with her body, but also with her words she put distance between them. He stepped closer to her and opened his mouth to say something but she was quicker.
"You know that I don't like her. You know I don't want her here, working with us. We don't need her! We did well without her before but you keep dragging her here every time you get the chance to. I don't understand why!"
"I like having her around."
"You don't need to rub it under my nose. I don't give a shit about who you sleep with or not."
She turned to leave but Cal caught her arm and dragged her back. There was no way that they were already finished.
"If you don't give a shit about it why are you so damn jealous then?"
"I'm not jealous. This is not about me, Cal. This is about Wallowski. All I want you to do is stop bringing her here. She doesn't' work here!"
"I could change that fact."
He was talking non-sense. But he kind of enjoyed seeing her so pissed off at him. She was jealous, he saw that. But right now she was mostly angry with him. And he always thought that Gillian was sexy when she was pissed off at him. Not she was not sexy when she wasn't. But there was something about her glaring and shouting at him that turned him on. It made him furious, but it was hot. He couldn't help it. Sometimes he even tried to make her angry just to see that glare of hers.
But before his thoughts could get any further her hand collided with his cheek and the pain immediately hit him.
"Fuck, Gil! That hurt!"
"This is OUR company, Cal. WE make decisions TOGETHER. But You! You act as if it was all just YOURS. As if I just worked for you. You treat me like an employee not your partner."
"This is MY fuckin company and I make decisions ALONE. YOU can't tell ME what to do or not to do. I OWN THIS!"
He expected another slap from her but was met in silence instead. Her face was still, she had her guard up and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't see anything. And it scared him.
"Well, if that how you see it…I have nothing more to say to you."
She turned around again and this time he didn't go after her. He stood there, shocked and watched her leave, wondering if she would come back.
He knocked on the door, hoping she would open it and felt relieve wash over him when he heard her turn the keys and open the door. She was clad in her robe and he suddenly felt hot. She was probably in just her underwear underneath it, or even naked. He felt his cock twitch and cursed his body for losing control so quickly.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Come on, luv. It's cold out here."
He gave her one of his charming smiles and pretended to shiver in the dark night.
"It's not a good time now."
"Why, you have somebody in there?"
He meant it as a joke, but when he saw Gillians face he knew that he was right. He felt anger rushing trough him. And hurt. He was sure that Gillian could see how jealous he was right now. She looked down when she realized what was written all over his face.
"I never slept with her."
Her head shot up again and he glimpsed something in her eyes, but wasn't sure if it was surprise or relieve. Maybe a bit of both. He was surprised himself, for saying that. He didn't plan on saying it.
"Honey, are you coming?"
It was a male voice. Of course it was. Who should be there at that time? He sounded young. Impatient.
"I should go, your company is waiting for you."
He turned around but Gills voice held him back.
"Cal…I didn't want this to happen."
"Neither did I, luv."
He turned again started to walk towards his car. He could hear the guy calling for her again and he fastened his steps. He felt tears burning in his eyes and cursed himself for caring so much. He knew that he never had a chance with her. So why did he even try? Why did he torture himself like that?
It felt like ages had passed when he got home, but his clock told him that he made it from Gills house to his in just ten minutes. He must have broken every traffic regulation on his way home. The television was still on and he found Emily curled up on the couch, wrapped in an old blanket. She fell asleep during Sleepless in Seattle. He quietly sat down beside her and took her in his arms. She snuggled closer to him and he closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep and forget that today ever happened.
