"Elaine."
His voice cuts through the room, I glance over my shoulder to see He's watching me now, his laptop still open, expression unreadable.
"Yes?"
"What," he asks slowly, "are you doing?"
I blink innocently.
"Looking.
"At?"
I gesture vaguely.
"Stuff."
His jaw flexes slightly.
I almost smile, then I continue walking because obviously, I'm not done.
I trail my fingers lightly across the edge of a shelf, moving toward his private bar area next.
"Do you actually drink all this?" I ask, glancing at the expensive bottles.
"Sometimes."
"Hmm."
I crouch slightly to inspect another section, then move again and then again. At this point, I'm not even pretending I have a goal.
I'm just existing loudly in his space.
I hear another sigh, this one heavier and longer.
"You really won't let me work, will you?"
I turn slowly to see He's leaning back in his chair now, looking at me with that familiar mixture of irritation and reluctant amusement.
I smile sweetly.
