Dumbfuck Asshole: A Short Story

smiling around her mouthful of chocolate. Sighing along with her, Kate sat up, wiping at her chocolate around her mouth, they both jumped, startled by a sharp knock at her office door.

“Khome ihn,” Way called, her mouth full of candy. The door swung wide and of course, there stood Walker Rike.

Hands in his pockets like it was his office, Walker sauntered directly up to Kate, stuck out his hand and drawled, “You must be Kate Peck, I’m Walker Rike. Also known as the Dumbfuck Asshole.” Way choked, bits of chocolate and cookie spraying all over her desk, Kate’s eyes were huge, her face flushed as she turned and looked at Waverly with a wicked grin.

“Nice to meet you in person Mr. Rike” Kate cooed up at him, brown eyes dancing as she shook his

hand. “Please call me Walker” he commanded in his low growly voice. While grinning at Kate as if they were co conspirators, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. “All right Walker, call me Kate,” Kate replied in a breathy voice, not letting go of his hand. Walker smoothly removed his hand from Kate’s death grip, sliding it back into his pocket. “Kate,” Waverly snapped, glaring at her. Did the guy have to memorize everyone with his deep velvety voice and those stupid blue eyes. Kate managed to snap out of her ogling, “Oh, uh, right, I’ll just, you know, leave and let you two, you know, whatever.” Kate gave Walker a last lingering once over and turned to leave. “Thank you Kate,” Walker replied turning and locking eyes with Waverly, he spoke again without looking away, “Oh, Kate, for the record, I have three tattoos.” Waverly rolled her eyes as Kate giggled like a schoolgirl, calling out from the hallway, “Bye Way, enjoy, text me later.”

Waverly could feel her face flushed, with anger and embarrassment. Could she never catch a break with this guy, was she always going to look like an immature teenage girl in front of him? Of course she found him attractive, who wouldn’t? Sure his shoulders were broad, and he stood a good couple of inches taller than her. There were also, other men who had that masculine, rugged look, not the pretty boy band, metro look or hipster, faux lumberjack look. She was drawn to a man who looked like a man, who knew how to fix a car, was taller than her so she could wear the heels she loved. A man who had a deep, rumbly voice... No. Fuck. A cold shiver ran through her, he was everything she just listed.

She raised up out of her seat leaning forward with both palms flat on her desk and whisper shouted at him, “What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me? Do you not have a business to run? Does it run itself? Did we not finish this morning? Is there something I missed?” There was absolutely no change in his expression, he didn’t move, simply held her eyes. Walker took in the hair loose and wild now, pulled free from style she had it in earlier. Her clear gray eyes were slightly red rimmed, some of her eye makeup smudged as if she had been crying – had he made her cry? He pulled his hand out of his pocket and gently placed her phone on her desk in front of her. “You left your phone at my office.”