Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas 9)
“Taxi drivers are vetted.”
“Right, we both know that’s not always the case. Anyway, as I was telling you there was this man—”
“What man? Where?”
An exasperated breath popped out of her and she placed her hands on her hips, glaring up at him, her toe tapping a tune out on the
thick carpet.
“If you’d let me finish, I’d tell you.”
Damn. How had he not seen this feisty side of her before? She always acted so professionally.
This was hot.
Back on track. Stop thinking about how hot she is. You’re firing her, remember?
It shouldn’t turn him on to have her scold him, and he couldn’t understand why it did. He normally preferred subs who were obedient, who followed his every word to the letter. Brats had never interested him.
“There was a man who pulled up when I was broken down and offered to have my car towed and fixed at his garage.”
“And you just let him?”
What was wrong with this girl? Was she totally naïve? How the hell had she survived as long as she had without someone taking advantage of her?
His hands clenched into fists at the thought.
“Well, it seemed like a good offer.”
“He’s likely stolen your car, taken it to a chop shop, and you’ll never see it again.”
“I could leave my car on the side of the road, keys in it, with a sign saying ‘take me’ on it and it would still be there in the morning,” she said dryly. “Trust me, no one in their right mind would steal that heap of junk.”
What kind of car was she driving around in? How was that safe? Why didn’t she have someone looking after her? Making certain she was safe?
“Why didn’t you call a family member?”
“Like whom?” She gaped at him as though that was a weird question.
“Like your dad. Don’t you have a dad?”
To his shock, she burst into laughter. “Do I not have a dad? Jeez, how to answer that? Yes, I have a dad, but he isn’t the sort of person you call when you’re in trouble.”
He didn’t like the sound of that.
“I didn’t have anyone to call who could help. But it took a while to, uh, negotiate getting my car to his garage. I did call and leave a message with Jenny, though. Didn’t she give it to you?”
“No, she didn’t.” He stalked over to the intercom system. “Jenny!”
“Yes, sir?”
The other woman’s silky voice grated on him for some reason. He’d seen the way she looked at him. Hungry.
Jenny walked into the room, her hips swaying. A predator looking for prey. Although her prey came in the form of a rich husband. Her dress was tight and way too short for a receptionist in a respectable law firm.
“What kind of outfit do you call that?” he snapped.
She faltered, giving him a surprised look. Then she glared over at Thea. He moved his gaze to Thea and caught her biting her lip in an attempt to hide her grin. Thought that was funny, did she?