“But –”
His eyes traveled the length of me and as they were doing this, he cut me off again. “Jesus, what the f**k you got on?”
I looked down at my yoga clothes then back at him. “I just got back from yoga.”
His eyes took their time sliding back up my body before they locked on mine. “You finish that Employee Handbook, you make that,” he tipped his head to me, “the dress code.”
“I’m not wearing yoga clothes to work, Tack.”
He held my eyes, his lips turned up slightly then he looked down at the coffee table, put his beer on it and reached for a slice of pizza saying, “Probably a good call. Every guy who works there is takin’ their break in the bathroom, jackin’ off, thinkin’ of you in your tight skirts and sex kitten shoes. You wear that to work, no one’d get any work done.”
Um… gross!
“They do not,” I snapped.
His eyes lifted to me as his hands lifted a slice of pizza and he said only, “Darlin’,” before he guided the pizza to his mouth and bit off a huge chunk.
I decided I was done.
Therefore, I informed him, “You need to leave.”
Tack swallowed then informed me, “I’m eatin’, babe.”
“No, you’re leaving.”
“You’re eatin’ too,” he replied. “Get your ass over here and grab a slice.”
I crossed my arms on my chest and asked, “Are you nuts?”
“Nope,” he answered and took another bite of pizza.
Gah!
All right, new tactic.
“Why are you here?”
“I’m here to have dinner with you,” he answered, grabbed his beer while balancing the slice in his other hand and took another swig.
“Did it occur to you to ask if I wanted to have dinner with you?”
He put his beer down, grinned his sexy grin then stated, “No, since I know you wanna have dinner with me.”
“I don’t.”
“Babe, you do.”
“I don’t,”
“Red, you don’t get over here, there won’t be any left,” he returned then took another huge bite of pizza.
“I’d like you to leave.”
“I ain’t leavin’.”
“Why?” My voice was rising as well as the pitch going higher.
“’Cause Naomi has decided not to f**k with your head, she’s f**kin’ with mine. She calls every f**kin’ five minutes, my cell, my house, the Compound, the store. I go home, she’s waitin’ for my ass out on my deck. I don’t answer her calls on my cell, she calls every one of the boys until she gets to one who’s with me and gives them so much shit, they hand her over to me because they don’t wanna put up with her shit. She’s on a tear about your job and she’s on a tear about you. Two days ‘a that, I’m done ‘cause I had fourteen years ‘a that and I was done before so I’m definitely done now. I know she’s at my house so I ain’t goin’ to my house ‘cause I see her face again, honest to God, I won’t be responsible for what I do. So I’m here, having dinner with you.”