He taps his foot as he assesses the scene.
“Merde! Quel gâchis.Why there is tomato sauce everywhere?”
Translation:Fuck. What a mess.
This man thrives on putting me down. He must be buzzing with glee because this is the fuck up to end all fuck ups.
Étienne’s furious eyes narrow. “Harley, you do this.”
The man was in his office. How dare he accuse me without knowing the facts?
I should lower my gaze to the floor and bite my tongue, because I can’t afford to lose this job, but if I don’t stand up for myself, he’ll always walk all over me. “It’s not my fault.”
“If you’re going to put the blame on anyone for this disaster, you need to put the blame on the right person.” Kaz crosses his arms over his wide chest.
The man looks like a conquering king.
This guy is oozing so much big dick energy, it’s dizzying.
Étienne swings his gaze in Kaz’s direction. “And who isdat?”
“The predator over there.” Kaz jerks his chin in the slimeball’s direction.
Chapter 3
Don’t touch what’s not yours
Kazimir
The man I know as Étienne turns his head in the direction of the douchebag and laughs.
What the fuck is so funny?
“No, no, no,monsieur,” he says. “Not possible. You make mistake.”
My brows dip low. “For a guy who wasn’t even here when everything went down, I find it interesting you’ve already come to a conclusion without having all the facts. Were you blessed with the omnipresent gift?”
He wrinkles his nose. “Dawhat?”
“You don’t even know what happened because you weren’t here, yet, you’re throwing Harley under the bus.”
He comes and stands in front of me, the top of his head reaching my chest. He tilts it back and narrows his eyes. “I not understand American saying. And I not care. I am Étienne Leveaux. I am manager. I am right.”
The Brazilian owner warned me about his eccentric thirty-seven-year-old French manager. He never mentioned he suffered from a god complex.
My nostrils flare.
Through narrowed eyes, I study Little Napoleon decked out in a turquoise-colored linen suit, complete with a paisley motif ascot. “You’re wrong.”
“Monsieur, this is not your business. You go.” He shoos me off with a flippant hand gesture.
I place my arms behind my back and adopt a military stance. “I’m going nowhere.”
“You go.” Étienne stomps his foot. “I amdeepower here.”
“I witnessed it all and I’m telling you, that guy is the culprit.” I point to the man who should be paying for the woman’s ruined suit.
Why the fuck is he smirking like an idiot?
