I Don't Mix Business with Pleasure

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

                                      𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

Today is what I'd consider my first real day on the job. I woke up early enough so that I didn't feel like I had to rush to get ready. Oddly enough, the required work attire is much more casual than the party I attended last night.

This time instead of catching a taxi an hour before work, I've decided to catch one forty minutes before. That way, if I'm right, and traffic is the same as yesterday, I'll be ten minutes early instead of thirty.

"No way..." I mutter, stopping in my tracks. Landon is pulled up to the front of my apartment complex. He must see the expression on my face because he begins to smirk. This asshole. I told him not to pick me up again. And not that I wanted him to take me home, but he stranded me at the party. Is this some kind of game to him?

I roll my eyes, walking away from his car. In my peripheral, I can see his Range Rover slowly rolling next to me. I try to pick up my speed but he doesn't give up.

"What?" I yell out, turning to face his car. He rolls down the passenger window.

"You going to get in or what?" He looks like he's holding back laughter.

"Get in? No, I'm not getting in the car with you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a cab to catch."

"You know, I've never met someone so stubborn. Just accept the ride." He laughs.

"I don't need a ride from you. I'm a big girl and can find my own way to work."

"Honestly, I'm only here because I don't want my dad to bitch at me since I've been "assigned" as your personal driver. Just get in."

"Yeah, because you saying that helps your case. Now I'm even less likely to get into the car with you which is wild considering I wasn't likely to in the first place." I say sarcastically.

"You're so damn feisty, you ever been told that before?"

"Nope. You just really know how to bring out anger in someone." I mutter, continuing to walk.

"Well, we have to be at work in thirty minutes now. We might be late." He laughs, looking at his watch.

"Yeah, because you decided to argue with me."

"Don't blame me. You're the one refusing to get into the car." He laughs.

I really am going to be late now.

"I did tell you not to come."

"I'm already here. So put your ego aside and just get in the damn car."

"Fine. But I'm serious, don't come pick me up tomorrow. I don't need your help." I say, walking over to his car and getting into the passenger seat.

"Oh, so you're sitting up front now?"

"Don't push it. Also, you could have told your dad no about giving me rides if you didn't want to that badly. You're an adult."

"Sure. Try telling him that. He has complete control over my entire life." He laughs, frowning afterwards. I can tell that he's turned his face so that I can't see his expression, but it's too late.

"Is that why you choose to be a menace?"

"Damn." he widens his eyes at me. "Nah, this is just who I am. Don't like it, don't talk to me."

"It's kind of impossible to do that when I've been forced into your presence every day since I've started this job. I don't like it and I don't want to talk to you. Stop putting yourself in situations where I'm stuck doing just that."