lovely at this time of night, she opened the door, noting that the large angry man that had been pounding on the door was none other than her boss’s lawyer. She moved to duck beneath his arm and make her escape when she suddenly found herself plucked off the ground and set back down in the foyer.
“You bellowed, Ryan?” her boss drawled, as she stood there, pulling the spoon out of her mouth as she tried to decide if she was needed here or not.
“I put my ass on the line for you, asshole!” Ryan snapped. “Start following the terms of your house arrest or find a new lawyer.”
“And how exactly am I ignoring the rules of this bullshit sentence that you so kindly fucked me over with?” her boss asked, sounding bored, but there was just something about the way that he was standing there watching his lawyer that told her that it would be a good time to call it a night.
“Because that fucking prick just called my office an hour ago, announcing with glee that the next time you skipped your anger management session they’d be sending you to prison. When your therapist shows up, let her in, and let her stay the whole session. I don’t care if you sit there glaring at her, just let her in.”
With that, he turned around and-
“And start doing your fucking job,” Ryan snapped at her before storming off, leaving her stunned, because she’d been doing her job.
“Fuck this,” her boss snapped, kicking the front door shut as she stood there, really hoping that he’d forgotten about her while she re-played Ryan’s words in her head, wondering if she’d missed something in her contract.
It was worth another look, Kylie decided a few seconds later when Hunter leveled a homicidal glare on her. Definitely worth another look, especially if there was a chance that she’d missed something that would save her from becoming just another statistic.
Chapter 8
“Before we start, I just have a few questions that I’d like to ask you,” the woman that never should have been allowed in his house said while Hunter sat there, glaring at the woman responsible.
“Don’t fucking care,” Hunter said absently, as he watched the small woman that he wanted to throttle as she shifted nervously in his desk chair, clearly trying to come up with an excuse to leave, but she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Would you be more comfortable in another room?” the therapist, who wasn’t going to last the hour, asked, as she gave Kylie another pointed look that had the little traitor perking up.
“I’d be more than happy to go somewhere else,” Kylie offered, as she quickly gathered her things, looking really fucking hopeful.
“No,” Hunter said, taking a disturbing amount of pleasure in seeing her small shoulders slump in defeat as she reluctantly put everything back on the desk and sat back down.
He still wasn’t sure how’d she’d managed to do it or why she’d purposely disobeyed him, but he planned to find out. Until then, he was going to teach her a lesson that she would never forget so that the next time that he told her to do something she did it without question. If she’d been anyone else, he would have sent her packing, but that wasn’t an option, not if he wanted to avoid spending the next year in jail.
Still…
Hunter couldn’t help but find himself intrigued by her rebellious act. It made him wonder about her, which was why he’d asked a few of his men to look into her background. It was also the reason why he’d texted Ryan a few minutes ago and asked for a copy of the background check the D.A. ran on her. It wouldn’t tell him much, but it was a start.
“Are you married?” the court-appointed therapist asked, trying to draw his glare away from the small woman doing her best to pretend that she wasn’t there.
“Read the fucking file,” Hunter said, leaning back in his chair as he watched Kylie throw one last wistful glance at the door before returning her attention to the computer.
He ignored the woman determined to piss him off with the rest of her asinine questions as he sat there, bored out of his fucking mind, which was the only explanation that he could come up with to explain why he was suddenly wondering about the shy little thing that he normally went out of his way to avoid. If she’d continued to do as she was asked,