Andy Barrett
I blamed Casey so much after we kissed. I blamed him. He kissed me. Even though I knew I had kissed him. Working with him had been agony. I pushed whatever I thought I had done deep inside to know it was a mistake. The more I blamed him to his face, the more he gave back.
He had gone outside to work out with a team, and now I was alone, unloading some stock. I usually ended up going home before the last person left. It was easier to deal with. How could I have been so stupid. Why would I want to kiss him?
I loaded up the cones after he came back in and gave everyone his service for going home after their session on the beach. When I got rid of some dirty towels I bumped into him. Telling him to watch it after Casey shoved me aside. Coming out his office an hour later, and moving me out the way to get some papers with a blank look on his face. I stalked off to the other side of the gym to get out of his way. Everything he did annoyed me.
Its not like I had kissed a guy before. I hadn't. I wouldn't. I never would ever again. Cleaning the spill in the bathroom gave me time to myself. When I came out it was empty, closing time. I had no idea how long I had been as I cleaning the shower too. Casey was leaning against the bike. Silent. Stressed. Don't let it get to you, I thought to myself. As I got my stuff, he had moved to the door to close after I left.
Standing outside, I had no idea what I was waiting for. He stood next to me. We turned to each other after he gave me a warning. He was my boss and he wanted respect. We both decided to forget it had happened. Getting back to normal. When I turned to leave he said one comment that I thought about all the way to my van, with that smug look on his face.
'I know you enjoyed it more than your letting on.'
God he infuriated me. I didn't enjoy it. Because Casey made me. He had made me kiss him. With those blue eyes, those damp lips, just staring at me. Drawing me in. oh god wasn't I in trouble?