I scanned the yard outside the glass and there he was.
Marlon stood near the front of one of the buildings, sleeves rolled just enough to show his heavily tatted forearms, phone in his hand and face tight like he’d been dealing with something.
So damn fine.
I ventured out into the yard through the side door and walked over to him. The gravel was doing nothing for my heels but I put up with it.
The second he saw me, his posture shifted, tension in his shoulders exposed for me to notice. He pressed the phone to his chest.
“Where the fuck were you?”
I slid my sunglasses down my nose, letting my eyes meet his. “I had to get my hair done for the first day.”
His gaze went to my hair. Then back to my face.
“Seriously, Aurora?”
I walked past him slow, letting the scent of my perfume trail behind me.
“I heard about this salon in the city. It was real cute. The owner was sweet too, real soft-spoken. Meanwhile she got me out here looking like Kash Doll.”
I tossed my curls and looked over my shoulder at him. He didn’t react how I expected.
“Work starts at nine.”
I turned, leaning slightly on one hip, genuinely confused on why we were still on this. “Okay?”
“You need to be in your office by 9:15 at the latest,” he continued. “Dressed appropriately.”
Slowly, I looked myself over.
What the hell is he talking ‘bout?
The dress hugged me exactly how it was supposed to. The heels did what they needed to do.
Then I looked back at him.
“You don’t like my outfit?” I asked. “It’s custom.”
“This is a vineyard,” he said. “Not New York Fashion Week.”
“Oh, thank God,” I exhaled. “I’m banned from New York Fashion Week after that incident with YSL.”
He stared at me.
“Do Ilooklike I’m playing with you?”
“No, not really.”
“Do Isoundlike I’m playing with you?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Then why are you setting yourself up to get your feelings hurt?”
Ugh. I forgot how mean his ass can be.
I suck my teeth. “Kiss my ass, Marlon.”
