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    “Nein.”
    “Did you really just tell me no in German?” I scoff.
    “Yes, because I’m not buying this table.”
    “I’ll buy the damn table.”
    “No, you won’t. I don’t want it in my house.” He shakes his head.
    “You stubborn mule, it’s perfect!” I shout at him.
    Humor flashes for a brief second in his blue eyes before they turn back to hard and unrelenting. “No.”
    “It’s exactly what I picture in there, though!”
    “It’s my office, and I don’t want someone else’s discarded furniture in it.”
    “UGH! You are such a tool!” I snap and storm toward the door.
    Nolan follows me out. I stand on the sidewalk, arms crossed over my chest, firm pout on my face. I will get that table and it will be his desk. He doesn’t know who he’s messing with. I have a vision of what that office is supposed to look like, and that table needs to be in it.
    “Let me show you what a real furniture store looks like,” he says and walks to his car.
    I begrudgingly follow. I should have driven myself, dammit. I get into the passenger seat of his BMW and slam the door closed. He sends me a bored look and starts up the car. Stupid asshat.
    “I’m sorry, what was that?” he demands.
    Shit, did I say that out loud?
    “Nothing,” I mutter and turn slightly to stare out the window.
    We pull into the parking lot of an upscale furniture place about twenty minutes later. Nolan smiles at me, looking pleased. Why the hell does he have to be so handsome? It’s not fair for all the handsomeness to be wasted on a dickwad like him.
    We walk into the furniture place and I immediately feel out of place. I’m wearing baggy beat up work jeans, a T-shirt that’s covered in dried up spackle and paint, and of course, my work boots. This place is so upscale that they have an espresso bar for shit’s sake! The people working here are dressed to the nines and the other customers look like Nolan, who is wearing slacks, a dress shirt, and a tie. Fuck me.
    As we walk through the place, I take notice of the constant dirty looks from one of the female salespersons. If she keeps it up, she’s gonna be sorry. Who the fuck does she think she is? Nolan walks over to the area of the store where all of the office furniture is. I wander off toward the bathroom set-ups. I’m very aware of the saleswoman following me, as if she’s waiting for me to steal something. Oh yeah, let me just stick a lamp down my pants and run out of the store. Bitch.
    I stop next to a very large infinity tub. I covertly glance at the woman to see her watching me like a hawk. I’ll teach her. I climb into the tub and lounge back. Within seconds, she appears next to the tub, her expression flustered.
    “What do you think you are doing?” she asks in her hoity toity tone.
    “Trying out a tub. Do you mind? I’m trying to pretend I’m at home to see if I’ll like this tub or not,” I tell her and close my eyes with an exaggerated sigh as I settle back. I give her my thickest accent, knowing that will annoy her even more.
    She makes a high-pitched noise and I crack an eyelid to see her struggling to find something to say. I roll my lips in so I don’t smile.
    “You are not allowed to be in there! Get out right now!” she snaps.
    I slowly open my eyes and give her a bored glance. “I’m actually pretty comfy, I think I’ll stay.”
    “Your boots are dropping dirt into the tub. You need to get out right now!”
    I can see that she’s on the verge of hysteria.
    An irritated Nolan appears next to the woman. “Harley, what are you doing?”
    “Chillaxing in a tub. What does it look like I’m doing?” I snort.
    “Get out, Harley,” he says calmly.
    “Nah, I’m good. Go finish your shopping, darling,” I coo with a flirtatious smile.
    The saleswoman gives Nolan a nasty look. He flushes bright red. I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or anger, though.
    “Sir, you need to get her out of the tub before I’m forced to call the