I managed not to insult him, I'm pretty proud of myself, but he doesn't really give me time to think, before continuing:

"Do you want to drive me crazy" He objects, pouting.

" No," I replied coldly, shaking my head. But I don't see how I could go to work if you have to be able to touch me whenever you want"

" Do you plan to become a courier again" He worries, bewildered.

I frown, trying to decipher his expression. I hesitate between anger and anguish.

"Of ...