No, not sexy.
But of course he was. Not that I found him attractive!
Except that you do.
He was an asshole.
But he did care about his sisters, and he actually listened to you and implemented your advice, which was…
Which was very sexy.
“I found you!”
Shit.
“I am not in the mood,” I warned Kaden.
“I can get you in the mood,” he said, grabbing his crotch.
It was early Sunday morning, and no one was out. Yet here was Kaden. He blocked the entrance to the narrow alley.
Beside me, the girls buzzed with anxiety.
The alley dead-ended into a tall chain-link fence. The girls were athletic and could probably make it over the gate, but the only exercise I’d had in the last few months was the walk from the fridge to the stove.
Still, I wasn’t going to let Kaden see I was afraid.
“And you’re cornering someone in the alley,” I said, trying to project bored calm. “How cliché.”
“Just come see my apartment,” he whined. “You have to. I’m behind on rent!”
“I already told you I am not moving in with you,” I shot back.
Kaden advanced down the alley.
“We should call the police,” Annie cried.
“We are not calling the police on this loser,” I said hotly, suddenly furious at Kaden for scaring the girls. “I’m not wasting their time.”
“I’m not a loser!” Kaden screamed at me, red in the face. “I have a new job and an apartment for us, Tess!”
“There is no us, and you need to step the fuck back.”
“It’s fine if you have kids,” he said, coming closer. “We can all be one big happy family.”
“No thanks,” I declared.
In anticipation of a long, drawn-out day of historical-building photography, I had brought a well-packed bag.
“Just come on and I’ll show you,” Kaden said, reaching for Annie’s arm.
She screamed, and I hauled back my purse and caught Kaden in the chest.
He cursed, and I raised my arm to slug him again. Kaden lunged, grabbing the bag.
We struggled.
I was furious! How dare he try to touch Annie?
