Chapter 10

I frowned at him. "What about these ones?"

"Spoken for," he answered curtly.

"That's ridiculous, you can't reserve a burger." He was really pissing me off. "Besides, it's for the boss, Mr. Mosely. I think he takes precedence."

It was subtle but I saw him stiffen, just for a second. That's what he got for being so difficult.

I felt kinda bad though. I knew he had some sort of disagreement with Mosley and I saw how he got treated at work. Wasn't I going too far rubbing things in his face like this?

"Well tell Mosely there are no more burgers," he said through gritted teeth.

Why was he getting mad? He was the one acting like an asshole to me. We were locked in a stalemate, glowering at each other.

"Umm, guys, there's still some raw patties in the fridge. I'll go get them," the receptionist said.

"Your burger will be ready in thirty minutes. Come back then," he said.

Did he think he could tell me what to do? Well he had anything coming if he thought so.

I smirked and relaxed my body, t