“Hey!”
“I want you to get back into bed,” he said, straightening out of his crouch.
“What? ” I screeched, half flipped out, half angry, jumping off the bed, which placed me standing less than a foot away from him.
“Get back into bed,” he repeated.
“I can’t get back into bed. I have to get to work.” I began to slide away but he twisted his torso and tossed the shoes in the direction from whence they came. After he’d done that, he came back around and his arm came out, blocking me.
Then he said, “I carried you from the station to the truck, from the truck to bed and took off your skirt and shoes, and you slept like the dead the whole time. Work can wait. You need some rest.”
I couldn’t think about Eddie carrying me around or taking off my clothes or how any of that made my bel y feel, so I didn’t think about it and focused on the current drama.
“Work can’t wait. I need the money,” I told him.
“How much did you give him?” Eddie asked.
I stared at him.
“Who?”
“Your Dad. How much did you give him?”
“Your Dad. How much did you give him?”
My blood pressure skyrocketed.
“That’s none of your business,” I snapped.
He took the mini-step forward which had me moving back. The backs of my legs hit the bed and I had nowhere to go but down and he was inches away.
“Move back,” I said.
“I asked how much you gave him,” Eddie repeated.
“Move back!”
“How much?”
“Five hundred dol ars, okay?”
I gave in. I had to, he was leaning into me and I had nowhere to go and I real y needed room to move.
“I’l give you five hundred dol ars to get back into bed.” My mouth dropped open and I didn’t say a word. There were no words to say.
“I’m absolutely serious. You get in bed and I’l give you five hundred dol ars. I’l go back to work. You rest, eat whatever’s in my fridge, watch TV, I don’t give a f**k. But you’re not going to work today. You’re not doing anything today.”
I could not believe my ears, mainly because it was unbelievable.
“I’m not taking your money and I’m not resting, I have things to do.”
“What things?”
“Things! Al right? Now back off.”
I put my hands to his chest and gave a shove.
He didn’t move.