Medicine worked wonders. After spraying it, the burning pain in my mouth eased considerably.
At lunch, drinking water wasn’t nearly as painful as before. Still, I wasn’t brave enough to eat solid food-anything with salt or seasoning would definitely make it worse.
“Zoe, let’s just have oatmeal. We can go with eggs and tomatoes, or some vegetables,” Myra suggested, trying to take care of <ol><li></li></ol>
I knew she was a meat lover, so I replied, “I’ll just have the oatmeal. You order whatever vegetables you like.”
Myra was about to say something when Josh walked over. “Can I join you for lunch?”
A tough guy like Josh asking to “join for lunch” sounded so out of ce.
I was ready to turn him down, mainly because I still felt awkward about him spraying medicine for me, even though he seemedpletely casual about it.
But before I could say anything, Myra, his little fangirl, immediately nodded. “Of course, Mr. Hayward! What do you like to eat?”
“I…” Josh nced at me, then said, “Like Miss Kemp, I’ll just have oatmeal.”
Myra’s eyes widened. “Just oatmeal? No vegetables?”
“Something light, little salt, little oil,” Josh said, pointing to his mouth. “I haven’t been drinking enough water these past couple of days.” He was telling the truth.
“You’ve got ulcers too?” Myra sighed dramatically, then muttered under her breath, “Seems like I’m the only one fine… does this make me look too free?”
In the end, the three of us ordered oatmeal, green sd, and bacon.
“Mr. Hayward, don’t you think there’s too little food? What if it’s not enough for you?” Myra asked again after we ced our order.
“It’s enough,” he replied, as always, with just a few words.
We’d been working together for a few days, and he was the type to just get things done without much talk.
“Zoe, what if we order a couple more dishes? Look at Mr. Hayward’s build-he doesn’t seem like the type to eat so little.” Myra nudged me.
I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, so I just said, “He’s muscle type, not meat type.”
As soon as I said it, I remembered the image of Josh washing his hair in a tank top-his muscles were so defined.
“Zoe, I also think Mr. Hayward is muscle type. Just never had the chance to see it,” Myra said, with a look in her eyes that clearly wanted to undress him.
I thought, ‘Dealing with this little pervert is exhausting.’ I sighed. “Opportunities are there for the taking. You could step up to him and ask him to take his shirt off. That way, you’d get to see.”
“Zoe…” Myra blushed, clearly embarrassed.
I thought that would be the end of it, but she wasn’t done. “Zoe, I think Mr. Hayward might like you.”
I almost choked on my food when I heard that.
“Zoe, seriously. The way he looks at you is different. He’s always so hands-on with you,” Myra said, reaching out to mimic Josh’s usual move of grabbing my chin.
I pped her hand away. “Do you want to lose your bonus?”
“It’s lunch break,” she said, sounding so reasonable.
“Zoe, why don’t you give it a shot with Mr. Hayward? It’d also mess with Mr. Dolton and show him that you’re still popr,” Myra said, clearly enjoying the drama.
Iughed. “Isn’t Mr. Hayward the one you’re into?”
“But he’s not into me,” Myra said with surprising self-awareness. “Zoe, besides not being a CEO, Mr. Hayward is better than Mr. Dolton in every way.”
I had to admit, her taste wasn’t bad.
“Zoe, if you’re feeling too shy, I can totally help set you up,” Myra said, getting bolder by the second.
I almostughed. First, there was Holly trying to matchmake me with Josh, and now even Myra was jumping on the bandwagon. I thought, ‘Do people really think Josh and I are such a perfect match?’
“Zoe, I’ll go ask him right now,” Myra said, already gearing up to make a move.
I grabbed her arm. “Sit down. And drop it. There’s nothing between me and him.”
“Why not?” Myra was confused. “Zoe, don’t you like him?”
To avoid making things more awkward between me and Josh, I just gave a “No.”
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