The Hating Game by Sally Thorne Read Free Book Online Page A

like an ocean wave. I hold on to the edge of the counter and soundlessly shake.
    Joshua ignores me as he moves around preparing his coffee. I look up to see his hands opening the cupboard miles above my head, and I feel the heat of his body inches from my back. It’s like sunshine. I’d forgotten that other people are warm. I can smell his skin. The urge to laugh fades.
    I haven’t had any human contact since my hairdresser, Angela, gave me a head massage, probably eight weeks ago. Now I’mimagining leaning back against him and letting my muscles go slack. What would he do if I fainted? He’d probably let me crumble onto the floor, then nudge me with his toe.
    Another freeze-frame snaps through my brain. Joshua grabbing me, stopping me falling. His hands on my waist, fingertips digging in.
    â€œYou’re so funny,” I say when I realize I’ve been silent for a bit. “So very funny.” I swallow audibly.
    â€œSo are you.” He goes to the fridge.
    Jeanette from HR materializes in the doorway like a dumpy frazzled ghost. She’s a nice lady, but she’s also sick of our shit.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” She has her hands on her hips. At least, I think she does. She’s shaped like a triangle underneath the jingling Tibetan poncho she must have bartered for on her last spirit quest. She’s a Gamin, natch.
    â€œJeanette! Making coffee. Can I tempt you?” Joshua wags his mug at her and she waves her hand irritably. She hates him deeply. She’s my kind of lady.
    â€œI got an emergency call. I’m here to referee.”
    â€œNo need, Jeanette. Everything’s fine.” I dunk my tea bag gently, watching the water turn brick red. Joshua dumps a spoonful of sugar into my mug.
    â€œNot quite sweet enough, are you?”
    I make a fake laugh at the cabinet in front of me and wonder how he knows how I take my tea. How does he know anything about me? Jeanette is fisheyed with suspicion.
    Joshua looks at her mildly. “We’re making hot beverages. What’s new in the human resource field?”
    â€œThe company’s two worst serial complainants should not be left alone together.” A corner of her poncho gestures to the kitchen.
    â€œWell, that’s a bind. We sit in a room together alone, all day. I spend between forty and fifty hours a week with this fine woman. All alone.” He sounds pleasant, but the subtext to his dialogue was Fuck Off.
    â€œI’ve made several recommendations to your bosses about that,” Jeanette says darkly. Her subtext reads the same.
    â€œWell, I’ll be Lucinda’s boss soon,” Joshua replies and my eyes snap to his. “I’m professional and can manage anybody.”
    The way he enunciates anybody implies he thinks I am mentally deficient.
    â€œActually, I’ll be your boss soon.” I am syrupy sweet. Jeanette’s little hands appear from under her poncho. She rubs her eyes, making a mess of her mascara.
    â€œYou two are my full-time job,” she says softly, despairingly. I feel a stab of guilt. My behavior is unbecoming of a soon-to-be senior executive. Time to repair this relationship.
    â€œI know in the past, communication between myself and Mr. Templeman has been a little . . . strained. I’m keen to address this, and strengthen team building at B and G.” I use my best smooth professional voice, watching her face pinch suspiciously. Joshua flicks his eyes toward me like laser beams.
    â€œI’ve drafted a recommendation for Helene outlining a team-building afternoon for corporate, design, executive, and finance.” We call it CDEF for short, or the Alphabet Branch. This is my latest brainstorm. How excellent would this sound in the interview? Very excellent.
    â€œI will cosign to show my commitment,” Joshua says, the goddamn hijacker. My wrist trembles with the need to flick hot tea in his face.
    â€œDon’t you worry about a