Chapter 383: Miss, my foot!
"Miss Ruffalo, I’m leaving early today. You can too. See you later" - Ian
Isabella stared at the note in her hand and frowned. Miss Ruffalo? Was Ian avoiding her? She had no idea. Yesterday, their discussion had been side tracked and then, later, when he’d dropped her home, they’d almost done it in the car itself. It was like he’d been unable to keep his hands off her. Meanwhile her brain seeemed to have crashed and stopped working.
This morning, she’d come with the intention of clarifying things, only to be met with Miss Erica. And since then... Ian had been avoiding her. She’d waited a few minutes into the lunch break, hoping he’d come out and probably give them a chance to talk but he had not. She’d been disappointed but had consoled herself that they would be going home together as they always did, so it was going to be okay. But here it was. He’d asked her to leave for the day... with a note...
Of course, he had a date tonight with Miss Erica. Isabella wanted to crumple the note in her hand and toss it into the bin, while imagining his face on it! Dam* it! Usually, he was so clear about things but now he wanted to play games with her.
Miss Ruffalo, my foot! Did he remember calling her all those sugary names yesterday? What happened to sweetheart, Isi and doll? As she almost crumpled the note, she happened to glimpse herself in the mirror and sighed. She was not being herself. Since when did she start to become clingy.
Slowly, she breathed deeply and placed the note down carefully smoothing out its edges. She was Isabella, known for the long line of men who were waiting to flirt with her. She should not let the malicious office gossip and her mother’s remarks get to her.
She grimaced at the thought, quickly striding towards the elevator. Why did she have to think back to her mother. Wasn’t it a good thing that Ian’s topic had kept her mind off the fact that she’d just had a lunch with her mother who’d actually dared to question her about Ian.
Stabbing at the elevator button as if it was personally responsible for all the confusion in her life, she clenched her teeth and waited for the elevator to close.
However, it seemed she was not to be relieved as a bunch of other emloyees decided to enter the elevator at the next floor.
As expected, they snickered at her, refusing to acknowledge her while they deliberately gossiped amongst themselves, "What will she do now?"
"What can she do? She is only good enough to warm a man’s bed."
"Oh please. Who would want her to warm their bed? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even take her to bed and dirty his sheets."