Chapter 112: Her Type
** Harper **
Harper was stunned beyond words. What happened to Eli? This kind of rudeness wasn’t like him at all, not to mention the sudden show of it in front of so many coworkers. And that look on his face ...
"What’s his name again?" He asked as they passed the bonfire pit at the center of the lawn. There were no tables nearby, and the crowd was thin with no one else within earshot.
"... Who? The Future Vision consultant?" Harper looked up at him, confused.
"No, the guy that keeps harassing you."
Oh.
Ohh.
It took Harper an embarrassingly long moment to wrap her head around everything. That was why he looked so pissed. The scene of some random guy holding up a coconut bra to her face probably came out much worse to a bystander than it actually was. "Wallace isn’t ... harassing me, not really," she explained quickly. Awkward as she might have felt, workplace harassment was a serious claim, and she didn’t want to throw her coworker under the bus quite yet. "He didn’t say anything inappropriate, he’s just—"
"Harassing you subtly?" Eli finished the sentence for her. His voice wasn’t merely cold now. There was acid dripping from every word. "He kept forcing those coffees on you. He grabbed your luggage even when you clearly didn’t need or want him to. And now he’s what, coaxing you to put on a coconut bra for him?"
Harper winced. The way he phrased it ... did make it sound pretty bad. But still. "It’s not really like that—"
This time, she was the one abruptly cutting herself off. Wait ... Eli had seen the luggage interlude at the airport? And the office coffee story that Naomi mentioned in a fleeting reference ... Had he taken it to heart? Was that why he was staring daggers at Wallace back in the limo?
He was angry ... because of the blatant show of interest she was getting from a coworker?