“I still don’t like it. Last night you were pale as hell, shaky and off kilter.”
“Yeah, cause I had an asshole pissing me off and causing undue stress.”
“Your job is fast paced and demanding. How’s that going to affect you?”
“Look, I appreciate the concern, but it’s unwarranted.”
“I don’t care what big words you use. You’re not living by yourself anymore.”
I throw my hands up in the air. “So what? You’re going to post another prospect up in here? Do you know how hard it was to explain him away during your lock down? I had to come up with some flimsy excuse about freelance work.”
“You were safe, that’s all I cared about,” he retorts firmly.
“I’m not going to do this. You don’t get to boss me around.” I cross my arms and lean back. He’s so used to being in power, he plows ahead regardless of what I say. I’m not going to take that.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m moving in.”
His words stun me. It’s not what I was expecting. “E-excuse me.” I place my hands on my hips. “No.”
“Yeah.”
“Hell, no. I don’t want to look at your face every day. I’m still upset with you.”
“I don’t think you’ll mind when it’s between your thighs.”
“That doesn’t fix everything,” I say squirming to relieve the pressure building between my legs as my body responds to his lust filled gaze. I am more than my hormones.
“You sure about that?” He licks his lip.
I growl. “Positive. You should go before you’re late,” I say opening the door.
“Clear out space for me, I’ll be here tomorrow.”
“No Tritt.”
“It’s going to happen, babe,” he calls over his shoulder as he strolls away. His jeans hugging his tight ass.
As much as I wanted to strangle him, he has my hormones working overtime. I shake my head to clear out the lust, and slam the door behind him. This is what I can’t allow—him to come in, dictate the way things will go, and overwhelm me. He’s magnetic and commanding. Even now, part of me wants to relinquish control and let him take care of everything.
Deep down, I know it’d be a patch job to a problem that would fail later. There are things we need to talk about. Neither of us has been completely up front and it’s going to bite us in the ass. He’s not the only one with secrets. The sins of the father always come back to haunt the son, or in this case—the daughter.
***
Skull
“I don’t know what you said to your girl, but she’s on a warpath.”
I look up from the bar and grin at Shadow. “She over at your house bitching?”
“Yeah. Blue’s trying to talk her down. When Ruthie started glaring me at me like I was the enemy, I decided to get out while I still could.”
“You scared of that five foot five thing?” I ask.
“Look man, pregnant women are crazy. Trust me, I know from experience.”
“Well, you were dealing with Calla Strong, Satan’s bride. So I think I’m going to be okay. I can’t believe she and Blue have the same blood running through their veins.”
“Whatever you say, brother.”