Dylan nods tightly and leaves the room.
As soon as the door shuts, Rome snorts. “Is there anyone at Vanstone who isn’t related to you that doesn’t want to fuck you?”
Hot anger surges through my body. “Excuse me?”
“Just making an observation,” he states.
I scoff. “Well, maybe you should pay more attention to your driving instead of worrying about my friendships with the employees of Vanstone.”
“Friendships?” He chuckles. “Okay.”
“Are you insinuating that they’re something other than friendships?” I ask, rounding the computers to get closer to him.“Because if you think I would risk my career by fooling around with someone on my team, then you clearly don’t think very highly of me.”
Rome’s edgy jaw levels out, his blue eyes as sharp as a knife. “I don’t know if you would, but they sure would.”
He drives me mad.
Every last nerve ending in my body is fried by the time we’re done for the day.
The bantering is at an all-time high, and the quick-witted insults and fleeting glares are enough to set the entire room on fire. It's no wonder the rest of the engineers jumped at the opportunity to escape when given the chance.
“Get back in the car,” I demand.
Rome shakes his head. “I’m done for today.”
I glare at him. “It’s only been an hour.”
“Feels like an eternity."
My heart pounds.
This isn’t working.
He doesn’t trust me, and he thinks he knows better than I do.
I know it’s because I'm a Halston–a female Halston, at that.
It makes me wonder why he left his father’s side, and why mine was willing to hire him at the drop of a hat.
None of that really matters at the moment.
What matters is that something has to give, and if step one is proving to Rome that I do know what I’m doing as the leader of his team, then that’s what I’ll do. Step two is getting him to trust me.
“Fine.” I stomp over to the computers and start to make the proper adjustments on the car.
“What are you doing?” he asks, clearly annoyed.
Unwilling to make eye contact with him, I continue staring at the bright screen. “If you’re not going to do your job, then I guess I’ll do it for you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I smile to myself. “It means it's my turn to drive.”
Chapter Fourteen
ROME
I chuckle.
