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arrived early this morning.  Did they mess up the order? She asked, having the balls
to look adorably confused as she returned her attention back to him.
 You could say that, he said, honestly surprised that he hadn't resorted to shouting at
the little pain in the ass yet.
He glanced at the Coca Cola clock hanging above the door and noted that it was still
early. It usually took her a good ten minutes or so to reduce him to monosyllabic
words and incoherent rants yelled at the top of his lungs .
 Damn it! She said, getting to her feet and shaking her head in disbelief as she
walked over to the boxes that were being returned first thing in the morning and
ripped open the box sitting by the door.  I was hoping we'd be able to have them by
this Friday, she explained as she pulled out a black tee shirt and inspected it.
 I'm sure you were, he said dryly as he watched her inspect a few of the shirts and
aprons in the box.
 I'm not seeing a problem, she said with that damn small sigh of hers that always
grated on his nerves as she returned her attention back to the shirts and started the
inspection process all over again.
 Don't you? He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair and-
 What the hell are you doing? He demanded when the woman that he should have
realized was crazy years ago, pulled off her off-white Fire & Brimstone tee shirt and
tossed it on his desk, leaving her in a black bra that looked like it was struggling to
keep the large pale breasts that she'd somehow managed to stuff in it from bursting
free.
 Trying on the new uniform, she explained with an expression that clearly told him
that it should have been more than obvious what the crazed woman was doing while
he sat there, watching helplessly as she reached up and adjusted her bra, wondering
where he'd gone wrong.
It was in that moment that he would forever be grateful that he was an ass man,
otherwise-
 Don't. Even. Fucking. Think. Of, it, He bit out, stressing every syllable to make sure
that she heard him.
She stopped unbuttoning her pants, opened her mouth to argue, but something in his
expression must have clued the psychotic woman into the fact that he was seconds
away from throttling her with his bare hands, because she released a long-suffering
sigh that would put every man in his family to shame, and fixed her pants.
 I don't see the problem, she said, gesturing to the shirt that she d had absolutely no
business ordering.
 That's because you're-where the hell are you going? He demanded when she
suddenly turned around and left without another word, leaving him just as he was
about to fire her ass and bringing his rage to the homicidal stage
He sat there for another minute, refusing to chase after her. He'd planned on firing
her in his office, had actually fantasized about it, and he was damn well going to do it
in his fucking office. He opened his mouth to demand that she get her ass back in
there so that he could live out his fantasy when the next words out of her mouth had
him releasing a vicious curse and racing for the door.
 Hey, Jeff! What do you think of the new uniforms?
He was going to kill her, he decided as he stormed out of his office and across the
taproom to find the little pain in the ass showing everyone the uniform that she d
ordered behind his back.
 Oh my god! I love it! Abigail, his bar manager, gushed approvingly, further pissing
him off because there was nothing wrong with the fucking uniforms that he'd
designed five years ago.
 It's about damn time, Jeff said with a smile that quickly disappeared when he
spotted Lucifer coming towards them.
 I think this will go a lot better with the new& , Rebecca started to explain only to let
her words trail off with a resigned sigh when he grabbed her and threw her over his
shoulder.  Didn't we talk about the manhandling? She asked as she settled in over
his shoulder, getting comfortable as he walked back to his office.
 We need to have a little chat, he said softly, deciding that there really was no need
to yell and ruin this momentous occasion.
 Another one? She asked, not sounding particularly worried as he carried her back to
his office, pausing only long enough to kick the door shut behind him before he
deposited his unwanted waitress in the rickety old chair he saved for just such an
occasion and returned to his desk, satisfied that everything was as it should be.
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