definitely wasn’t the girl I used to know. That shy, timid girl was long gone, and in her place, a woman with so much attitude that I would almost think they were two entirely different people. But I liked this version of her. The old us, we were kids with no idea about life or who we really wanted to be. The woman in front of me knew exactly who she was and what she would put up with. It was so hot.
I stepped into her, slipping my hand behind her head as my nose brushed against her cheek. I let my breath fan across her skin before murmuring in her ear. “I know exactly who you are, and I’m not trying to change you. Just get the damn outfit so we can go home and I can fuck you.”
I felt her shiver against me and I held her to me, not wanting to let go of the moment just yet. When I stepped away, I could see the desire in her eyes, I could feel the heat between us. Screw getting dinner. I just wanted her at home with me.
“Go get changed.”
When she turned around, I slapped her ass, laughing as she yelped and covered her ass with her hands, glaring at me before looking around to see if anyone saw. What I didn’t expect was for her to come stomping out of the changing room without the clothes and a huge scowl on her face.
“Where are the clothes?”
“Do you know how much they cost?” she hissed. “There’s no way I’m spending that much money on those clothes. And those shoes were almost three hundred dollars!”
“It’s fine. I’m paying for it.”
Her eyes widened slightly and she shook her head. “I don’t want you to buy them for me. I don’t need clothes that expensive, and more than that, I don’t want them!”
“It’s for one lunch,” I sighed. “Can we please just get them so we can move on?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. I knew she didn’t like the clothes, but it was for one fucking lunch.
“Look, this is part of the job. You know it’s temporary. And you can wear the same fucking thing if she calls you again.”
“Fine,” she snapped. She walked back and grabbed the clothes, tossing them in my arms. “I’ll be outside.”
I unlocked the door to the apartment and shoved it open, allowing her to walk in ahead of me. I didn’t have time for this kind of drama. I tossed my keys on the counter and set her clothes and shoes down on the couch. Walking over to the kitchen, I pulled open a drawer that held all the takeout menus.
“What are you doing?” she asked, standing in the living room, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’m ordering dinner,” I said tiredly. “Unless you didn’t want to eat tonight.”
“Why did you take me shopping, Robert?”
I slammed the drawer closed and turned to her, leaning back against the counter. “Oh, I don’t know, because you’re going to a fancy restaurant tomorrow and I wanted you to have something nice to wear.”
She didn’t say anything, but I could see the storm brewing in her eyes. “I told you that I don’t like wearing that kind of stuff.”
“I’m not the one that invited you to lunch, nor did I choose the restaurant. You agreed to this. You signed a contract with the firm to work on this case. I didn’t ask you to do that!”
“No, it was just a stipulation if you wanted the case,” she spat. “I never wanted any of this.”
“What do you want?” I pushed. “Just tell me what the hell it is that you do want.”
She laughed humorlessly. “I just want to go back to my job.”
“Then why did you sign that contract? I would have found another way to secure her as a client.”
“She made it pretty damn clear that I had to be part of it.”
“So, you’re pissed at me? Did you want me to step in and tell you not to do it?”
“I just-“
“What? Just tell me what the fuck the problem is!”
“I don’t want to be pushed into doing something!” she shouted back. “I already did that once and I hated myself for it.”
I huffed out a laugh, dropping my gaze to the ground. It was a never-ending cycle between us. “What more do you want me to say, Anna? I’ve apologized to you for how that happened. I would go back and change it if I could,