Miss Independent.

Chapter 10 Bitter Sweet and MEAN

Chapter 10: Bitter Sweet and MEAN

The next morning Stark sat at his desk going over some figures for one of his businesses. He heard the office door open and he didn't have to lift his head to know who it was. He smirked as heard a angry grunt from a certain redhead as she plopped down at her desk. He finally looked up with a bright grin.

“Morning Brooks.” he said.

She glared in response and took a large gulp of her coffee and swallowed a few asprin. He took a sip of his coffee and sat it on his desk with a huge smirk on his face. Peyton was fuming she wanted to punch him so hard in the face. She hated him. She couldn't believe that she would've even think of being his friend.

“Not interested in conversation this morning?” He asked.

Peyton just crossed her arms over her chest.

“What makes you think I would ever want to talk to you?” She asked.

He put his hand over his chest to fake how hurt he was.

“Why Peyton why would you be mean to poor little ole me! What have I done to gain your hate, maybe if you wouldn't go out drinking on a work night you wouldn't be so grumpy. That boyfriend of yours is a bad influence on you!” He said laughing.

She glared harder and got up from her desk and marched in front of his desk.

“You listen, and you listen good! I hate you! I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to look at you and I surely don't want to hear your snide comments. What happen last night never happened understand!? You are a pig and the thought of you touching me makes me want to throw up!” She said glaring.

Stark noticed the blush on her cheeks, the way her lips pouted out when she was angry and he couldn't help but smirk at how little she was and acting like she was the boss. He winked.

“But I thought we were friends?” He asked smirking.

Peyton straightened her back and smirked. She walked across the desk and got close to him. He thought for a second she was going to crawl on his lap, the man inside of him was way to eager for that. The thought of Peyton's skirt ridding up her creamy white legs as she straddled his lap. Yes that sounded wonderful.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the feeling of hot coffee hitting his lap instantly burning him. And if he was aroused he certainly wasn't now. He jumped out of his chair. The horror really struck when he noticed the coffee had spilled all over the papers for the meeting with the board. Peyton was grinning with her head cocked to the side.

“Oops clumsy me! Better clean this up! You are going to be late for the meeting.” She said walking to the door. She turned right before leaving.

“By the way we are NOT friends.” She winked and then left.

Stark groaned and quickly shook the coffee off the ruined papers. He looked at his watch, the little devil was right. He didn't have time to run off new papers. He needed to be stepping on the elevator in the next few seconds to make it to the board room in time. He slung the papers in his brief case and ran out the door. He ran down the hall dodging people. He was making his way to the elevator when he stopped in his tracks. He groaned as he watched a smirking Peyton hit the close door button. She waved bye and said.

“Uh oh hope you don't mind the stairs! Better hurry!” she said tapping her watch; as the door

closed.

“Oh come on!” He yelled.

He ran toward the stairs, he started down the stairs running down each flight of stairs. He looked at his watched and ran faster. He was breathing hard, it had been years since he has had to run down thirteen flights of stairs. He really needed to work on his cardio! If he got a cab instead of driving he could save at least five minutes in time, not having to sign out of the garage and wait for valet to bring it to him. He took a minute to catch his breath, he still had four flights of stairs. He was going to kill her!