The Intern

Chapter 15

"Is this really all you have?"

I watched from my bed as Levi picked through my dresser with a look of extreme distaste coloring his features, and I wondered what he had expected to find in there. He had already combed his way through the contents of my closet, which was where I had hung anything worthy of being called business casual, and he had rejected everything. My drawers were hopeless in comparison, and even I knew he wasn't going to have any luck in finding anything suitable there.

"I told you I only bought an outfit or two," I said with a small shrug, eyeing the tan shirt he was holding up. "I still need to shop for the internship. I wasn't exactly expecting to continue it."

He paused to fix me with a small glare before tossing the shirt at my face, "Well, now that you've changed your mind we're going to have to go shopping."

"Who says I've changed my mind?" I challenged for the sake of challenging. We both knew I was full of it at this point.

Still, he was in a good enough mood this morning to act as if he were actually taking the bait. "Well, if you're not going to be continuing the internship, then I guess I'll just have to find a new piece of ass to award the position to..."

Jean's face flashed through my mind and I cringed. Even if Levi was joking, I couldn't stand the thought of Jean anywhere near him. The idea alone made my skin want to crawl off my body, and I soon found myself twisting the only shirt Levi had liked enough to select.

He snatched it out of my hands and unrolled it to stare at the freshly formed creases. "You little shit, did you have to do that?"

"Did you?" I challenged once more. He met my stare and I noticed the corner of his mouth curve into a knowing smirk.

"You were the one suggesting you weren't going to continue the internship. Shame on you." He set the shirt on the bed, laying it out in an attempt to salvage it. "Serves you right for trying to piss me off. Who got your panties in such a twist anyway? So I know, for future reference."

"So you can use it on me later?" I asked as I watched him smooth the creases. He made a soft sound of acknowledgement. "Jean. I don't want him as your secretary. Near your office. Near you at all, really."

"Isn't he your best friend's boy toy?" Levi questioned, not looking up from the task at hand. I snorted and rolled my eyes at his choice of words.

"He's been with Armin for a while now. I can't say I'm thrilled about it, but if he makes him happy then I'm not going to complain."

"Makes him happy, huh?" Levi's hand stilled on the shirt and he glanced up at me. "Maybe you're going blind or you're just shitty at noticing things, but it was pretty damn obvious that Jean is more than a little jealous over Armin. And for a relationship that's lasted that long and should have some degree of trust, jealousy like that isn't normal."

"Jean's just that kind of guy."

Levi watched me for a moment more before shrugging. He straightened up and pulled the shirt off of the bed, holding it out to me. "This thing isn't going to do the trick."

I held the shirt and frowned as I glanced in the direction of my closet. "Armin says I look good in a vest."

"He's not wrong."

I felt my stomach do a little appreciative flip in response to the words and watched as Levi walked back to the closet and removed a dark brown vest and matching pants. "Do you have a green button up?"

"Uh, yea..." I started as I set the shirt back on the bed and joined him at the closet door. "In the back. There should be a green one somewhere."

He plucked the shirt out of the back and held the three garments towards me. "Not the best, but at least it's not the worst I've seen in here or on your ass. Better than plaid, anyway."