Since he was feeling generous this morning, he simply took another sip of coffee and let her glare. Besides, they both knew that he won, Garrett thought as he watched Kristen settle back on the couch as she pulled her computer out of her bag and setto work, her expression turning to relief as soon as her fingertips began moving over the keyboard.
CHAPTER 11
“We had a deal,” the evil bastard bit out as he struggled to pry her fingers free from the edge of the desk.
“Consider the deal over, you sick son of a bitch!” Kristen snapped, tightening her grip around the edge of the large desk that she’d been eying all day and-
“Goddammit!”
-struggled to grab hold of the desk only to release a frustrated growl when the large bastard that lied to her threw her over his shoulder with a satisfied sigh.
“It will be over before you know it,” Garrett said, shifting her over his shoulder as he made his way to the front door, pausing along the way to grab her coat and toss it over her.
“I didn’t agree to this!” Kristen pointed out as she tried to grab hold of the front door only to have the large bastard shift to the side, effectively blocking the move before he closed the door behind him.
“You agreed to this and so much more the moment you walked through my front door,” Garrett said, tearing a pained grunt from her when he took the opportunity to shift her over his shoulder.
“Look,” Kristen said, nervously licking her lips as she struggled not to panic, but it was a quickly losing battle, “I know that I owe you two hours, but I honestly don’t think that I can do this.”
“It’s four,” Garrett said, opening his truck door and tossed her inside before she could give diving off his back and taking her chances with the pavement serious consideration.
“I deducted two hours after you stole my lunch,” Kristen pointed out, her gaze shifting between Garrett and the door handle as a plan began to form. As soon as he shut the door and started making his way around the truck, she was going to open the door and make a run for it.
The only question was, should she race to his house and barricade herself inside since it was closer or take her chances and try to make it across the street before he could stop her. He was bigger and had at least fifty pounds of muscle on her, but she was quicker and more than willing to cry if that’s what it took to-
“Damn it,” Kristen mumbled sadly when he turned the child safety lock on.
“So fucking adorable,” Garrett said with a heartfelt sigh as he closed the door and made his way around the truck while she sat there, wondering what the hell she was thinking when she’d agreed to do this.
Not that she actually agreed to dothisbecause there was no way in hell that she would ever willingly do this, but she couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to spend time with the life-ruining bastard currently releasing another heartfelt sigh as he climbed into the truck. She should hobble him, Kristen thought, nodding solemnly as she pulled her coat on.
For a moment, she debated trying to talk her way out of this only to remember who she was dealing with here, so instead, she settled for glaring. She glared. Oh, God, did she glare as the bastard drove, putting every ounce of murderous outrage intothat glare. When he pulled onto the highway, she narrowed her eyes, taking that glare up to the next level, something that she normally wouldn’t do knowing exactly how terrifying her glare was, but the bastard deserved it.
She kept that glare up for the next twenty minutes, knowing that he was mere minutes away from breaking. So, when he pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later and there were still no signs of him trembling in fear, she decided that it was time to bring her A game. Keeping her eyes locked on the bastard that knew better than to do this to her, Kristen released a shaky breath, mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do and-
“You really just can’t pull that off,” Garrett said with a heartfelt sigh as he parked the truck.
“Then, why do you look like you’re seconds away from begging for mercy?” Kristen asked as she found herself looking to her right and-
“I really don’t think that I can do this,” Kristen mumbled weakly as she sat there, really wishing that she’d made a run for it when she had a chance.
She didn’t want to be here.
God, not here.
What she wanted was to go back to his house, keep writing, and pretend that this never happened. Instead, she was sitting here, staring helplessly at hell on earth.
The mall.
“This will be fun,” Garrett said with a satisfied sigh as he opened his door and climbed out of the truck only to reach over and grab hold of her leg before she could drop to the floor and lodge herself beneath the dashboard.
“Please don’t do this to me,” Kristen mumbled weakly as she found herself dragged across the bench seat, placed on her feet and-
“Umm, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she found herself wondering as she took in the large hand holding hers.
“Ensuring that you don’t try to run off,” Garrett said, closing the truck door before giving her hand a gentle tug, leaving her with no other choice but to follow him.
“Do you really think that’s going to stop me?” Kristen asked, deciding that it would be in her best interest to ignore just how good his hand felt wrapped around hers, mostly because he was evil and she hated him more than anything.
