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reaching for it but my annoying co-worker held it up higher. Since I wasn’t tall enough to match his height I gave up.
    “This isn’t lunch, B.” He looked at the bag in utter disgust. “And what the hell is this anyway? It looks like it’s been in your bag for years!” Shockingly, he didn’t wait for my reply and dropped it in the bin before he dug into his paper bag.
    “Now this is what you call food,” he continued, placing a burger on my desk. “Made it myself last night. It has some veggies in it and a grilled patty. Here’s your drink. Bonne a petit.”
    I stared at Dave, stunned as he walked up the stairs, calling out for Aiden. The sound of an opening voice and Aiden’s gruff voice filled the air around me, making me tense in my seat. When the door closed again, my stomach grumbled in hunger. I reached for the burger Dave placed in front of me. My greedy little fingers had just managed to wrap around the sweet treat, and I was about to take a bite when the office door flung open, and Aiden’s loud footsteps thumped against the carpet floor. I let the burger go immediately—with deep regret—and entwined my fingers, placing them on my lap.
    As I heard his footsteps come closer, I pretended to look at my computer’s screen, feigning interest at what I was doing.
    “Dave told me you were starving yourself,” my boss said gruffly.
    I didn’t answer. I kept my eyes on my computer and pretended to type something. In reality, I was staring at a blank Word page. I was such a dork.
    “Babe, I’m talkin’ to you.”
    After what he said to me yesterday he wants to talk and call me babe?
    Huh!
    Dream on, Dick Face.
    “Babe,” Aiden repeated.
    I kept my eyes focused and pressed a few more buttons, trying so hard to look busy.
    “Can you stop doin’ what you’re doin’ at the moment and listen to me?” He sounded pissed off now.
    I stopped what I was doing, laid my hands on my lap and looked up though my eyes never left his chest. I didn’t think I could look at his face at that moment, not without being reminded of yesterday.
    “Dave said you’re starving yourself,” Aiden repeated. How many times he would repeat himself, I wondered.
    “I’m eating fine. I haven’t fainted from hunger, have I?” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice.
    “Why don’t you look me in the eyes?” he growled.
    I pressed my lips in a tight line and didn’t answer.
    “Babe,” Aiden warned.
    Still, I remained quiet.
    Aiden let out an exasperated sigh as Dave dragged his feet down the stairs and looked at us. Through the corner of my eye, I could see his grin wide and annoying as he winked at me.
    “She’s pissed at you for yellin’ at her, boss. I don’t think our little princess here likes being scolded for fucking up.”
    “Hey! Who are you calling a princess?” I asked hotly, stopping myself from fanning my heated face.
    Was I really acting like some snob or something? In the off chance, I started to open my mouth to apologize, but Aiden spoke first.
    “Look. I’m sorry for being a dickhead yesterday, okay?” His intense blue eyes penetrated through my soul when I finally met his gaze. “I didn’t mean to let my anger out on you. But you gotta remember that I say shitty things half the time, babe. You gotta get thicker.”
    I was just basking in his apology when his last word sank into my mind.
    “I’m perfectly happy with my weight, thank you very much,” I whispered.
    “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “That didn’t come out right. What I meant was that you gotta get used to me being an ass, Abby.”
    “Well… I already know for a fact that you’re an ass,” I muttered.
    My boss narrowed his eyes at me, but lifted one shoulder and shrugged. “So it’s true?”
    “Oh, it’s true. You’re the king of assholes.”
    “I already know that. I’m talking about what Dave said, that you’re starving yourself.”
    I shook my head. “No,