I was wrong. The man wasn’t an enigma. He was a menace.
"This is a good opportunity to enact your plan,"Sable reminded me, a little quieter than usual.
I was fairly certain she knew I was at the edge of my rope. I was exhausted, and Callum had graduated from pissing me off to risking my business, which was crossing the line.
"I'm not going to be able to pretend I'm not furious right now,"I said flatly.
"The fury will make him want you more."
"Sure it will."
"Really. He's always so controlled. Seeing you lose your shit will probably turn him on."
"Or make him realize he's not interested in my personality."
"You don't want him to mate with you anyway."
That was... actually a good point.
I heard Callum's footsteps on the tile behind me. The man was wearing shoes. In his own house. Had he ever evenheardof comfort?
I tugged my sports bra over my head on the way to his bedroom, and threw it over my shoulder a hell of a lot harder than I needed to. I heard the fabric hit him, probably in the face, and almost grinned.
Almost.
I was still too pissed for that.
"What are you doing?" His voice was low and silky.
"Taking a shower. You're not invited." I strode throughourroom and into the connected bathroom.
It was gigantic.
I walked straight into the shower and started the water. When I stepped back to let it warm up without soaking me, I was entirely unsurprised to find Callum already leaning up against the cabinets, holding my bra to his nose.
He lowered the fabric when I caught him sniffing it.
"Get out." I pointed toward the door.
"We need to discuss your business rationally."
"Get. Out." I gritted my teeth with the words, gesturing more violently toward the doorway.
His eyes dipped momentarily to my breasts. They probably jiggled with my movement.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snarled, spinning away from him and pushing my leggings down my thighs. I stepped out of them, followed by my thong. The leggings stayed on the floor, but I threw my thong over my shoulder like I had done with my sports bra.
I didn't hear the fabric hit the ground.
"You need to hire more help," Callum said.
"No. I literally traded my soul for this business, so I’m going to deal with it myself."
"Then you need to promote your boyfriend."
"Jonah isnotmy boyfriend, and he’s an MMA fighter. He doesn’t work for me. When he’s not making sure I remember to eat food, he spends all his time in the gym."
"He should be making sure youhire help. Anyone who's been on the internet knows you're doing too much. This kind of growth is far more than any one person can handle."
