"So," he started with that grin on his face, "how are you liking my company so far?"
I grimaced, scooting to the other side of the couch and keeping my eyes stuck to my notepad. Ever since Leo had left, I felt as if I'd entered a land where time stood still. Damien was either asking, relentlessly, questions on how much I'd missed him and other things that had no such relationship to the true purpose of my visit.
The notepad that I'd opened to take any notes on the project was still empty. Nothing had been written because Damien had said nothing of use. How much I wish I was Leo's partner instead of his, and yet I couldn't help but feel surprised at the thought of Damien preferring solo-work as Mr. Waters had put it.
"Seriously, Damien, if you don't shut your mouth, all you'll see is me walking out of the-"
His grin widened, knowing that I would do no such thing to put this project at stake. I wanted to strangle him right then and there.
"You really are a workaholic aren't you?" he teased, getting up.
"Speak for yourself Mr. Solo-Lover."
The smile slid of his face, replaced by a frown at my name calling. He muttered, "Fine. I'll be right back."
I heard him hurry up the stairs and those few moments of silence provided a relief to me like never before. When I was in Damien's company, my heart was constantly beating fast and not for the reason that most girls would around a guy like him. I resisted the urge to strangle his neck with each second and the urge grew stronger and more difficult to suppress.
How could he be this annoying? I had never met a guy that could make my blood boil so much as he did.
It was...unnerving, to say the least.