Toto and the Boys II: George

Chapter 14

“You look like you are looking at your own death sentence,” George pointed out from the couch.

Jordan looked at her without any change on his grim face.

“What?” she asked when his gaze stayed too long.

“I am working,” he pointed out.

“You were staring,” she countered.

“At the paper that is related to work,” he shot back, shaking the paper in his hand.

“Thus my remark about your death sentence. It’s not your death sentence, right? What’s your mortal crime?”

“Gagging a woman’s mouth when she should have been minding her own business,” he answered before returning his eyes on the paper. She heard his sigh from five meters away and she laughed. “What is it now?” he asked, his voice clearly irritated. “You never interfered with my work before. Don’t you have reports to finish? Modules?”

Yeah, why did she even bother interfering their usual silent time? It was peaceful one minute ago and she decided to speak.

“I just actually want to ask a question,” she admitted.

“What?” He was back on the paper, his brows knitted together.

“I am allowed to date, right?”

His head snapped right back at her with a ridiculous look on his face. “Date? Who, Jam?”

She gulped. “No. I was just wondering.”

His gaze turned suspicious. “Do you want me to answer your question?”

“Yeah.” But before he could open his mouth, she said, “No. Don’t answer. I already know the answer. I can date, of course. You have your girlfriend. That’s answer enough.”

His mouth opened but he closed it again.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he snapped. “Don’t bother me with questions you can answer yourself. I am in a dilemma here about business and you are talking like usual girls having boy problems. That’s not just you.”

“I am a girl.”

“No, you are a…” Then his face suddenly lit up and a smile slowly formed on his face. George’s eyes almost widened when saw the big change the smile brought to his face. It seemed as if his whole head was cut off and replaced by someone else’s. Sure, she had seen him smile with his friends in Calea, but the one he was wearing that moment was a different kind of smile.

“What’s wrong with you?” For a moment she thought his smile would disappear when he heard her voice, but it only widened and she was not sure if the fact that it was intoxicating was good at all.

“You just gave me a good idea,” he finally said, beaming with triumph. He suddenly went to his feet, carrying the paper with him. “You have to go to the meeting with me.”

She sank lower in the couch. “No. Why? Are you crazy? No! And you don’t have a meeting.”

He pushed a button on his desk phone and ordered Mildred to call the design group for a meeting in five minutes. He turned to George and said, “Now I do have a meeting.”

“No, I won’t go to your impromptu meeting.”

But he was already striding toward her. “Trust me. You don’t have to do anything. You just sit there and say nothing. Come on,” he said, taking her hand to pull her out. She pulled back with all her weight and they were suddenly in a tug-of-war.