Before I could comment, he added, “I almost killed Alvarez that night.”
I believed him. I remembered the anger that had radiated from David’s body as he’d pushed a gun into Mark’s neck.
“Does that scare you?” he asked.
We searched each other’s faces in the late hour, as the city slept around us. “I don’t know. No,” I said softly. “You don’t scare me.”
“Even though I can be a little . . . intense?”
I twisted my lips and considered this. Nothing about him frightened me, so I shook my head.
“Good.” He exhaled, looked down at my plate, and grinned. “You ate.”
My answering smile turned into a yawn.
“I guess I should get you home.”
I nodded. “It’s been a while since I stayed up all night.”
He leaned in and kissed me. With his face an inch from mine, he said, “Know that you would be spending the night in my arms if things were different. I wouldn’t let you leave.” He delivered the last line in a firm, almost angry manner. Before I could respond, he said, “I’m parked in the garage. We can take the elevator straight down so there’s no chance of running into anyone.”
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
His lips pursed, and he turned away. I followed him from the kitchen to reluctantly change back into my jumpsuit. While I waited for him, I checked my phone, bracing myself for Gretchen’s reaction, but there was only one text from Greg.
Greg:Heard from Gretch?
I shrugged it off, and when I looked up, David was watching me. He walked over slowly and cupped the side of my hair. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded into his palm.
“Why’s it so cold?” I grumbled on the way to the car.
“Didn’t you bring a jacket or anything?”
“Did you see me in a jacket?”
“I think I might have something.” He stopped at the Mercedes, popped the trunk, and rifled around until he produced a pink hoodie. “Here.”
“What is this?”
“A sweater.”
A pink one. In a size I doubted could even stretch to fit his shoulders. “Whose is it?”
“Who cares? You’re cold, I have a sweater, put it on.”
I’d rather freeze than wear a piece of clothing belonging to one of his conquests. I handed it back to him. “No.”
“Olivia, put it on,” he ordered with finality and closed the trunk. He opened the passenger door and raised his eyebrows at me.
Grumbling, I shrugged into it before climbing into the car. I might’ve been willing to freeze, but something stronger in me was compelled to obey David’s commands. Flowery perfume assaulted my nostrils, and I sneezed. I hated the pink sweater.
“Whose is it?” I asked again once we were driving.
He glanced over at me. “It’s Dani’s.”
Oh, give me a break. I started to take it off.
“Hey,” he said, stopping me with a hand on my arm. “Isn’t she a friend of yours?”
