“Yeah. Sales department, so you know what that means.”
“Uh, don’t think I do.”
Smirking, Trent took a long swig of his beer, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Big commissions. I upsell the shit out of everything we have. Pulling in six figures.”
“Good for you. It’s great to be passionate about your work.”
He grunted. “It’s work, and I like money. Oh, hey. Didn’t you say that you just bought a house?”
“I did. Just moved in a week ago.”
“I could drop by and check?—”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Ember hurried to say with a slight wave, definitely not wanting him anywhere near her house.
Trent chuckled. “It doesn’t have to be work related. We could get to know each other more…intimately.” He grazed a finger over the bare skin of her thigh.
Ember jerked her legs away as a shudder coursed through her.
Oh ew, ew, ew, ew.
She rubbed a hand over the spot he’d touched as though she could erase the memory of it. “This isn’t going to work.”
Brow furrowing, Trent sat up straight. “What?”
“This.” She grabbed her purse and slipped off the stool as she drew the strap over her shoulder. “I’m leaving.”
“But you just got here.”
“And I’ve seen all I need to.”
His face twisted into a scowl as he stood, blocking her from moving away. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Ember glared up at him. “Please step aside.”
“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on.”
“Please step aside.”
“Amber, come o?—”
“It’sEmber!”
“Ma’am, is everything okay?” a man asked from the stool beside Trent.
“Everything is fine,” Trent snapped.
“No, everything is not fine. I want to leave,” Ember said.
“Tell me why.”
She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, begging for the patience to keep from hitting him, because she wasthisclose to swinging if he didn’t move his ass out of theway. And she really didn’t want to spend the night in a jail cell for battery.
Of course there was also the more immediate danger of him hitting her back. Trent was larger and stronger than her, and he wasn’t showing much restraint when it came to anger and aggression.
Drawing in a deep breath, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. “I don’t owe you any explanation, but I'll give you one anyway.” She held up a finger. “One, you didn’t even know my name. Two, you assumed what I wanted to drink and then expected me to accept it after it was sitting out of my sight for who knows how long. Three, you’re rude and insulting. Four, we’re not compatible at all. And five, you touched me and tried to invite yourself to my house for sex. Absolutely not.”
“Then what the fuck was the point of this?”
