Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)

I’m sure he’ll piss you off enough.”

“Right now, it’s not him I’m considering poisoning.” She glared at him, but he didn’t seem to understand she was talking about him.

“He won’t get it,” Saxon told her. “He’s completely oblivious to how obnoxious he is.”

“I am,” Renard agreed.

She just shook her head.

“So if you brought me the pie, why is he eating it?” Saxon waved his hand over at Renard.

She sighed. “I really have no idea.”

“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t shit. Pretty sure I explained that. Multiple times. Good news is it isn’t.”

“Wow that is high praise, indeed,” Saxon said sardonically.

“It is. Now you need to hire her.”

“Hire me? Hire me for what?” she squeaked.

“As my pastry chef. Seriously, are you daydreaming again?” Renard gave her an impatient look. Then he waggled his finger. “Won’t be any of that when you’re working for me, understand? I run a tight ship. You’ll be doing as you’re told and any slacking off will be dealt with by me.”

“I don’t think so,” Saxon said in a low voice that sent a shiver across her skin. She’d never heard him speak so coldly.

But instead of looking worried, Renard appeared satisfied. “Ah, it’s like that, is it?”

“Yes, it is.”

“What is?” she asked confused.

“She’s under my protection. Any problems with her, you come through me first.”

“Suits me fine,” Renard told him. “She slacks off, I’ll just send her to you for a spanking.”

“What?” She back away from them both, her hands held up. “You know what, you can just keep the pie. I have to go.”

“Stop,” Saxon commanded.

She stopped but shook her head. “I don’t know what the two of you are going on about.” She pointed at Saxon. “But I am not under your protection.” And then she moved her finger to Renard. “And you are not sending me to him for a spanking.”

“Shame. Would be easier that way. Takes responsibility out of my hands.”

“I am not anyone’s responsibility. I really don’t understand what’s going on and I don’t think I want to.”

She took another step back.

“Aspen, you step out of that door without my permission, and we are going to have trouble.”

She stared at him in bewilderment and a slight touch of fear.

“Saxon, you’re scaring her.”

“I think we’re both managing to do that.” Saxon watched her carefully, but all the coldness had seeped from his face. Instead, he looked concerned.

“She’s not your sub, is she?”

“No, she’s not.”