Daphne Slept With The CEO?

8. No Dinner

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"Did you eat yet?"

Daphne looked at Alan incredulously, crossing her arms in front of her chest and pushing up her breasts in this process, which showcased a better display of her cleavage through her own unbuttoned grey shirt. And CEO or not, like any other man, Alan could not help but take in an eyeful of the round assets that he had had all to himself a week ago.

"Why do you care?" She barked out, turning to her desk and starting to pack up her work. She was staying back so that she could get away from thoughts about him, not so that he could appear right in front of her and start an argument with her. "Besides, I am going to leave before you decide that I was working overtime just so that I could run into you and start a spat with you."

"f**k it." She muttered when one of her earphones slipped out of her grasp and fell to the floor, rolling under the discs.

The both of them ducked at once, reaching for the gadget, only for Alan to grab Daphne's hands and simultaneously for their heads to bump together.

"Ouch!" They exclaimed together, stumbling backward and almost tripping over the chairs.

"What are you doing?" Daphne hissed at him.

"Trying to help?"

"I don't need your help. Go back to your office." She stood up straight and pointed at his office at the end of the hall.

Alan rolled his eyes and bent down, successfully retrieving the earphone after patting the floor under the desk blindly.

He held it up for her to see and placed it down on the desk, next to its pair.

"So were you really doing that?" He asked, leaning against Simon's desk.

"Doing what?"

"Working overtime in hopes of running into me?"

Daphne did not like that he would ask her that even though she had herself to chastise for giving him the idea in the first place. And she did not like that he looked so amused when he asked her that as if he did not believe it but wanted to get on her nerve. They weren't that close to doing that. He had to be one of the Golden Trio to do that.

"Sure sure... I even have a camper outside your house." She rolled her eyes and packed up the last of her things. "You should probably call the cops before it's too late."

"Don't you think I should fire you before that?"

Daphne smiled, putting on her bag and turning around to face him. "On what grounds are you going to fire? She let herself be picked up by me a week before I became her boss so clearly she is scheming something. Oh, she worked overtime just so that I could approach her and ask her out for dinner."

"She has a camper sitting outside my house?" He quirked a brow.

"You wouldn't be able to prove that it's mine." Daphne shrugged. "Now move, I need to get away from your presence."

"Why are you in a hurry to get away from me? A week ago, you couldn't get-"

"Ugh, la la la la la!" Daphne covered her ears and pushed him to the side, walking away.

Alan burst out laughing, walking after her. "I am famished. Let's go have dinner."

Daphne stopped in her tracks and turned to him, her expression incredulous. "Don't tell me the great Alan Conall can't eat out alone. Do you have anxiety of some sort?"

"What?"

"Oh my god, I need to tweet this!" Sarcasm dripped from each of her words and Alan found it equally entertaining.

"You really love in your own world, don't you?" He asked.

Daphne rolled her eyes and then give him a flat look. "Says the person who thinks the entire female population is obsessed with him."

"I will take back what I said if you go out to eat with me." He said.

She rolled her eyes again. Every time she did, it did something to Alan. He didn't know how to explain. He didn't know whether he wanted her to stop or continue doing it. It was a weird feeling.

"What makes you think that I even care about the things that you said?" Lie. A big fat lie. She had been worrying all weekend about it. The girls were having a gala time making fun of her for it. They still did not know that the only reason she actually cared about it was because of his d**k and as she had already predicted, she might as well dig her own grave because she let the two hooligans know of this specific factor.

"Let me take you out for dinner." He said again, and Daphne had to wonder what had brought about this change in behavior in his man. He was pretty haughty when he had talked to her that day at the parking lot and even this morning, he had seemed pretty angry to have sighted her in the morning. Then why the hell was he acting so nice and charming now?

Was he a vampire? A serial killer? Was he walking with her so that he could guide her to her demise?

You need to stop reading those books, Daph Prescott. She rolled her eyes at herself.

"I do not eat dinner. I am on a diet." She turned to him. "Not that I need to explain myself why I do not want to come to dinner with you."

"If you feel that, then why would you lie about being on a diet?" He grinned as they got to the elevator, pressing the call button before she could.

"Don't you need to get all your stuff from the office?" Daphne asked, taking in his attire one more time. He had come in with his laptop bag in the morning and he had a coat on. And his pockets seemed too empty to have his phone with him so that also must be back at his office.

"Will you wait for me if I went back to get all my stuff?" He asked her, giving her an irritating grin. He thought he was a lady killer, didn't he? And from what Niall told her, he was sort of just that. And he would have wooed her too because of his majestic p***s if it wasn't for him being a complete asshole toward her last Friday.

"No." Daphne didn't take a moment to reply. "I am going home." And you can go to hell. She swallowed back that part. "Now if you will excuse me..." She stepped into the elevator and turned around to face him. He didn't make a move to get in. Even though that was exactly what he wanted to do, he knew it was not practical. His laptop was on with all the important files for everyone to see her, her phone was on charging, and his wallet and car keys were in his coat pocket. He couldn't go after her.

He decided that he had plenty of time to do it.

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It was way past midnight and the flower princess was asleep in her pillow fort when her phone rang.

She sat up. "Sorryy!!" She whispered to her four cats before grabbing her phone quickly and frowning at the caller ID.

"Daph, is everything alright?" Nicole asked, getting out of bed immediately and making her way to her closet to get ready because she was worried something had happened to her best friend.

"Open the door." Nicole paused, checking the caller ID one more time to make sure it was her best friend and not some prank call. Well, it could be a prank by her.

Nevertheless, she took off in the direction of the living room.

"Are you outside?" She asked. "Why?"

"No, I am not outside. I stayed awake till one in the morning so that I can prank call you."

Nicole could guess that her best friend must have rolled her eyes after that statement. And the statement also made it clear to her that her best friend was indeed outside. She checked the security camera to be sure and there she was, clad in an over-sized hoodie and her hair up in two space buns, a huge packet of Cheetos tucked under her arms from which she grabbed a handful of the spicy goodness and shoved inside her mouth.

Daphne Prescott was stress-eating. And that could only mean one thing. Her parents were involved.

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