I glanced at her. Linda was one of the women who hung around the club on occasion. She was actually kind of sweet, but right now, all I could see was red.
Well, more accurately, green.
“Did you two come together?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “I had to work late.”
I glared at Doc and he stared me right back down.
“Shit,” Doom said, walking into the kitchen. “Ah, Linda, how about you come with me?”
“Oh, sure,” she said. “Good to see you, Liv.”
I didn’t answer her as she followed Doom out of the room.
“Well, you didn’t waste any time, did you?” I sneered.
“If you actually think there’s something goin’ on there, Liv, then you’re high,” Doc said with a frustrated sigh.
“High, you say?”
“Liv...”
“I’m sorry,” I said, wiping my hands on a towel. “I just cleaned the blender.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You might want a drink.”
“If I do, it won’t be blended,” he said.
“Well, Linda might want a drink,” I said.
“Olivia, I don’t need the fucking blender.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, lifting the glass jar off the blender.
“Liv,” he warned, just as I hurled it at him. He ducked and surprisingly it landed with a clatter, but didn’t break. “Jesus Christ, woman!” he snapped.
“What the fuck?” Doom growled.
“It’s all good, Doom,” Doc said. “Just need to deal with something.”
I was suddenly lifted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and hauled up the stairs.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked, pounding his back.
He dropped me onto a bed, grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge. “You and I obviously need to get a few things straight.”
“You and I don’t need to do shit.”
“You don’t think?” he challenged, sliding his hand between my legs and fingering my clit over my panties.
“Tristan.”
“You want to fight or fuck, Olivia?”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
