" so many assume. so little know "
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in which a bad mouthed agent is assigned to help the walking talking patriarchal symbol of what is right and what is wrong. and in the process of it all, learns how much she needed the desk duty
BOOK ONE | St...
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WASHINGTON D.C. america
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CORTEZ
I DIDN'T go into work the next morning. The hangover that came with the rising sun was enough to keep me tucked underneath my blankets for hours on end. I only left the bed twice in two hours; once to use the bathroom and the second to get food.
My lack of memory of the night before was a blessing in disguise because the only thing I do remember was telling Steve fucking Rogers that I thought he was cute. I don't think I ever want to see him again. I didn't even know where that came from. I don't think he's cute. Obviously.
Whiskey was the only company I kept as I nursed off my hangover. She sat at the corner of my bed and looked at me with those disapproving cat eyes. But I paid no mind to her and focused on the show that was playing on my TV; dancing back and forth between that and my phone.
It must have been close to six in the evening when a knock at my front door pulled me from my peaceful day. I groaned inwardly and waited for a moment to see if they would knock again.
They did.
"You've got to be kidding me. I just wanted one day." I grumbled to myself and stood up.
Whiskey didn't move and I hated her for it. Why doesn't she ever get the door?
I thought that it would be Steve, because who else would it have been. But I was wrong unfortunately and it was Patrick that stood outside my door.
"Hi." I said and crossed my arms. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see how you were feeling," Patrick said and scratched the back of his head. "I just... I did it all wrong with you, Cortez. I wish I could have taken in back. I should have taken you out before ever having sex with you."
"What is it with guys thinking that just because a girl has sex with them means that they are into them?" I leaned against the doorway. "Patrick, thank you for your gift. It was very sweet. But I don't like you like that."
He nodded slowly. "I just thought-." Patrick paused the sound of the stairway door swinging open. We both turned to look as Steve walked through.
He was carrying a bag of food and paused momentarily before pressing his lips into a tight line. Steve didn't say anything as he gave me a look and shook his head.
Patrick looked between the two of us while Steve walked into his apartment and slammed the door. "Did something happen between you guys?"
