Well, that immediately got my hackles up. You should have know that, "I've been waiting for you," was getting off to a very bad start. Especially since she told you not to.
My blood has a pretty high boiling point, but boil it does. Just because I'm mellow and nice and fun and smell good doesn't mean I'm a hunk of playdough.
The B at work (we can say that's a B for boss or B for bitch, doesn't matter) is up in arms over my little Enzo, pulling out weapons of mass destruction. My ears tingled - that's always where I feel it first - at accusations to avoid responsibility. She failed to inform other people of her decisions and ruffled some feathers, so I am expected to be the road kill. Not going to happen. Not in a conversation and not in an email.
Now the two of us are still, waiting for the other to make a move. It will probably be me, and it will be accompanied by a "HIYAH!"