I'm Sorry, But We're Not Mates

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Claire

 

                Why I thought it was a good idea to go out to a bar on a Monday night and get more than a little drunk, I don’t know.

 I gingerly leaned my forehead against my palms and tried to ignore the typical sounds of the office. Though my office door was closed, I could still hear people talking and phones ringing. Usually the noise was easy to drown out but I was seriously considering replacing the see through glass that made up the front of my office to something more sound proof.  Sure, it was nice to be able to look out at my staff and it seemed friendlier if they could see into my office too but at the moment I regretted my décor decision.

I jumped as my office phone let out a shrill ring. My head pounded loudly at the intrusive noise.

“What?” I snapped harshly. I wasn’t normally so rude but my killer headache got the best of me.

“I see you must be suffering from a bad hangover.” Peter’s voice teased over the line. My head snapped up in surprise.

“Peter? How did you get my number?” I asked curiously.

“I might have taken your phone last night while you were drunk dancing on the bar with your shirt off.” He chuckled.

“That didn’t happen.” I couldn’t have gotten that drunk. “Right?”

“No.” He laughed. In the background I could hear what sounded like a fog horn blowing. “Although you did get pretty cozy with a biker or two.”

“Oh God.” I muttered as he chuckled again.

I rummaged through my purse to find my phone and quickly turned it on. I’d woken up late this morning and had only enough time to get dressed and put all of my things in my purse. Once my phone turned on I was immediately floored by the new picture set as my lock screen. Peter’s pouty  face was displayed while right behind him you could see the back of my head pressed very closely to some gruff looking biker guy.

“Great picture. Really captures the night we had.” I commented dryly, typing in my four digit password. I blinked when my phone vibrated and the words “wrong password, try again” popped up.

I tried again and got the same response.

“I’m assuming you’re trying to unlock your phone right now and are discovering the password has mysteriously been changed.” Peter taunted.

“You didn’t.” I seethed.

“A little drunk birdy just might have given me her password and I just might have changed it.”

“What the hell? Why would you do that?” I asked incredulously.

“I thought your reaction would be funny.” He was quite a moment. “I was right.”

I pulled my ear away from the phone as he burst into laughter.

“You’re such an asshole.” I glared at nothing in particular.

“Claire, I must warn you compliments will get you everywhere.” Peter was slightly out of breath from laughing so much.

“Well, what is it?” I nearly growled.