what I did was the best way to handle it.”
“Oh.” I laugh bitterly. “You mean tossing me out like a cheap hooker when your girlfriend came in?”
“She isn’t my fucking girlfriend,” he grunts.
“Well, I’m sorry, when your lady of the night came in and treated me like shit.”
“There’s a lot about Sheyenne you don’t know. I was doing what was best.”
“You’re right,” I say, stepping back. “I don’t know and I don’t want to know. We made a mistake doing this. We should have never taken it past professional. It needs to stop. Tonight proved that.”
Tazen moves quickly, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me so my back is flat against my front door. He leans down close, and even though I can’t see him, I can feel his breath tickling my face. “We are not ending any-fucking-thing.”
“Ah yes,” I say, pushing at his chest. “We are.”
“No,” he grunts, shoving my hands down. “We’re not.”
“Jesus, Tazen, you treated me like a cheap whore and now you’re asking me to just understand and play happy lover.”
He growls.
“Don’t you growl at me,” I warn.
“I wouldn’t if you weren’t acting like a fucking brat. Let me open my mouth and speak for long enough for me to tell you about Sheyenne.”
I reach back and curl my fingers around the door handle. Then I lean into his face. “I don’t want to know about Sheyenne. Good night, Tazen.”
I open the door quickly, doing a stealthy side slide in and slamming it shut. I lock it and press my back against it, breathing a sigh of relief. Tazen pounds on it, warning me that if I don’t open it, he won’t be happy. Join the club, buddy. I know I should probably hear him out, but I’m hurt and not ready yet.
I push off the door and walk through the darkness towards my room, passing Dad’s as I go. He’s in his bed, sound asleep and snoring. Thank god. I continue on to my room and when I get in I go straight to my bed without turning the light on. I kick my shoes off, strip down to my bra and panties and slide under the covers. My phone buzzes with a text and I glance down at the screen.
T—This isn’t over, angel. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.
Q—No you won’t. I’m taking a job on the corner.
I smirk at my comeback, even though I know it’ll piss him off.
T—Every time you smart mouth me, I’m going to add it up. Then I’m going to fuck you until every single remark is gone from my mind, and yours.
Q—Ohh, I’m scared.
T—Tomorrow, Quinn. Don’t be late.
Q—What are you going to do? Fire me?
T—Tomorrow.
He’s no fun, really he isn’t.
Tomorrow should prove to be interesting.
CHAPTER TWENTY
I’m under the engine, tinkering with it when I hear Tazen’s voice fill the garage the next afternoon. He’s been missing in action all day. Rick said he has business meetings, but personally I think those meetings start with an S and end with an E. That woman’s sudden appearance has put Tazen off guard and made me wonder why. He’s usually so cool, calm and collected but since she entered the picture, he’s on edge.
I want to know their story but I’m still not ready to forgive him for treating me the way he did, so it’ll have to wait for another day. I don’t roll out from underneath the car when I hear him ask where I am. I just keep doing my work, knowing he’ll head over and no doubt demand something of me. I’m right, because a moment later a booted foot hits my slider and he pulls it out, taking me with it. I glare up at him, waving my spanner around. “I could have been doing something important.”
“You weren’t. Get up, we need to talk.”
I kick his foot off and slide back under the car. “No, thanks.”
With a grunt, he slides me back out. “I don’t have time for your games today, Quinn.”
“Oh,” I laugh. “You don’t have time? Well you should have thought about that before you stuck your dick in me and then treated me like shit.”
I kick his leg again, but he doesn’t pull it back. “I’m warning you,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.
“Oh, you are?”
He glares at me.
“I’m busy, Tazen.”
“And I’m your fucking boss.”
“No you don’t,” I say, my voice getting hard. “You don’t pull that role when you want something, or I’ll pull the ‘you shouldn’t fuck employees’ card.