MISUNDERSTANDING

    "What do you want?" he asked again, his face still blank. 

      How could he even act and pretend like it wasn't on Friday that he had been all over her, asking her on a date? She got it, he didn't want his new whore to find out that he wanted them to go out for dinner. What a Casanova. She decided that she was not going to bother about it, it seemed he was drunk on Friday and hadn't known when he asked her to go out with him. 

       "It seems you are busy. I'll go into my room," she said and took a few steps backwards and turned to leave. 

       "Miss Prescott, do you perhaps take me for a jester?" his deep voice asked, bringing her to a halt. 

       She turned quickly to look at him. "What do you mean jester?" 

     He moved closer to her, stalking her with his eyes. "You don't feel I'm a serious person in life do you?" 

       She didn't know where all that was coming from but she blink anyway and answered, "If you are saying something, say it straight, I don't have time for beating around the bush." 

        "That is it. You always feel you are so important that the next person is worth nothing." 

        "Are you mad at me right now? I should be the mad one." 

        "Oh, really?" his eyes squinted.  

       She could feel her breath hitching now, from the way he loomed over her. What was wrong with him? She had never seen him mad before. 

         "Yes. You didn't see me for days when you've just asked me out a few days..." 

         "Ask you out? You said you weren't going for a date, you said it was a casual sit out." 

      She remained quiet for a while as that sank into her. It shouldn't make her heart fall, she remembered vividly, telling him that it wasn't a date. 

       "Whatever it was. But, after that, you didn't see me and you never cared to look nor ask about me." 

        "I have more important things to do than go around chasing someone that doesn't want to be caught. You've asked me to stay out of your business." 

        "More important things like bringing another woman in just two days after the last one left and after asking another to go for dinner with you. Tell me, how will I take you seriously?" 

       "You are using this to justify your actions?" 

       "What actions? I was sick, but you didn't even notice, all you wanted was to get me to go out with you. I went inside and took my drugs which made me sleep until this evening and when I woke up and realized that I was supposed to have gone out with you, I came here, rushing to apologise, only to see this? "

      His brows creased and she saw confusion creep into his eyes. "What are you talking about?" he asked and jerked back. 

      The door to his room opened again and Charlotte came out again, with a big smile on her face and they turned to look at her. 

       "I was wondering if anyone knows anywhere I could get tacos around here? I have not eaten that thing for like a hundred years. If you all won't mind, we should go grab some this evening, bills on Ethan." She laughed. 

        They glared at her and her laughter gradually subsided.  

      "Oh, seems you are in the middle of a serious discussion here. I'll go inside then." She slowly went back into the room and closed the door.