“Everything has a price.”
“I don’t,” I tell him.
“No, so it appears.” His hand drops from my face as he steps back to his locker, where he starts drying himself. “But we have a conflict of interest now,” he states.
“How so?”
“Because you want me to fuck you.”
I immediately start shaking my head as he continues to get dressed. Yes, a small part of me can’t deny the attraction that is there, not that I would admit that to him, though. Why would I inflate his ego more than it already is? When he’s fully clothed, he turns to me and says, “Come back to my place. We can discuss your interview.”
“That seems highly inappropriate,” I reply as I rise to my feet.
“Does it, though?”
“Yes, it does. Do you bring your other employees back to your apartment?”
“No,” he says as he pulls his keys from his bag.
“Then, I think I should go home. Was that all you wanted to discuss?”
“Come back to mine.” He completely ignores my question. His agenda is the only thing on his mind.
“No,” I insist.
He steps closer and leans down so his lips are dangerously close to mine. “Do you plan to go home and pleasure yourself with a toy, when I’m willing to assist you in that department?”
My eyes widen and then narrow at his words.
After a moment, I shoot him a sly smile and say, “Maybe,” before I turn, intending to leave through the door he brought mein. But before I can take a step, he yanks me back so I slam into him, my hands coming up to his chest to steady myself.
“Use the back door. It’s less crowded,” he says before I can tell him to stop touching me.
Asshole.
He backs away, walks to a back door I overlooked before, and pushes it open.
“Did you drive here?”
“No.”
“I’ll take you.”
“No, I got here on my own, and I can see myself home on my own as well.” I raise a brow at him as he continues to hold the door open, waiting for me.
“I’m driving you home. So, get moving.” He jerks his head, indicating for me to get out.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Does that work for you, telling a woman what to do?”
His gray eyes lock on mine. “Yes.”
“Of course it does. Do you say ‘please, drop your panties’ as well?”
“I don’t say ‘please.’”
“Yeah, figured as much.” I shrug and walk outside, pulling out my phone to request a ride. Then he takes my cell from my hand and strides toward his car without hesitation.
“Hey!” I follow after him.
