Leon looked at her silently, his face grim again. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her any more, she could see him studying her figure, her face, the curves of her breasts. He was trying to decide if he would be able to keep his hands off her or not.
“You need somebody for the house any way.” She said, with a tear in her voice.
“I can do it myself. I’m better off alone.” He growled, snapping off suddenly from his fantasies of her.
Ivy shook the curls off her face and took a few more steps towards him. Leon was following her with his eyes.
“You can’t. And I know you like my cooking.” She said with a smile on her face, and she placed a hand on his chest.
Leon’s gaze fell to it immediately, and in one swift motion he shook her hand off of him. This was not the same kind, concerned man who had saved her from that anxious horse. He was back to being the same brooding Leon who she was first introduced to.
“Don’t assume you know me, and keep your hands off me, woman.” He barked at her, and was quick to move away.
Ivy was suddenly more embarrassed than she had ever been before. This was an outright affront. He had directly communicated to her now that he didn’t want anything to do with her, that the previous night’s sex had been a mistake.
Ivy could feel hot tears pricking the back of her eyelids, as she tried to stop herself from bursting out in tears.
“You can stay here till your daddy picks you up, but only because I have too much work to do to go around giving people lifts. Just stay out of my way.” He said and turned away from her.
Ivy remained where she was, till she heard the sound of the slamming front door.
Then she started crying. Hot fat tears were rolling down her cheeks, as she remained standing with her hands clasped together.
She felt like she had made a fool of herself. She had thrown herself at a man who only treated her with anger and contempt. She wanted to get away. She would go away.
Ivy slammed the bedroom door shut and sprung herself on the bed, reaching for her cellphone which was on the bedside table now. Her father had sent her a few text messages, which she ignored. She was only interested in the internet now, and accessing the emails that had been sent to her in the last few days.
She re-read the email that had been lying there in her inbox, unanswered for several days.
“Dear Ms. Ivy Hart,
Thank you for applying for the position of Secretary to Mr. George Hernandez. We are pleased with your CV and would like to offer you the position.
How soon will you be able to relocate to Miles City?
Kind Regards,
Debbie Howard
Recruitment Associate, Hernandez & Co.”
She had managed to keep the email a secret for several days, from her father and even from herself. She was ignoring it, and hoping that something better would come along, in her own town instead, which would mean that she wouldn’t have to move to Miles City. But she felt now, like Leon was forcing her to go away. She felt like she had no place here in this town any more. That it was destiny pushing her in the direction of this new job, on the other side of the State. Far away from this no-good small town and from a man who she should have stayed away from to begin with.
“Where is my dinner?” Leon’s voice was thundering outside Ivy’s bedroom door.
She had lain in bed all day, and now she looked up from her phone screen and rolled her eyes.
“Ivy?” He called out to her, and knocked on her door this time, when she hadn’t responded to him.
She continued to remain silent, and instead of answering him, turned over to the other side, her back facing the door, just seconds before he burst in through the door. She looked at him over her shoulder, and he had that worried expression on his face again. Did he think she had run away?
“I’m stayi
ng away from you, just like you asked me to.” She said, with a bored look on her face. He looked like he was just about to burst into flames though.
“Why haven’t you made us dinner yet? It’s past eight.” He said, clutching the doorknob with his hand, where she could see that his knuckles had started to turn white.
“Why should I be making you any dinner? You fired me from the job remember.” She said, still not turning to face him.