Narrowing my eyes at her, the words left my mouth before I could think better of it. “And when did we ever say anythingabout you hounding me because I didn’t come to your place and fuck you for one night?”
She flinched back, hurt slashing across her face as Remi let out a low whistle behind her.
This whole thing was a fucking spectacle that I didn’t need. I was just trying to do my job, and in one day, my life had gone up in flames around town, all because I didn’t check in with my mistress.
I internally flinched at the thought, but didn’t bother to correct myself. She was nothing more than a woman I was sleeping with. That was the negotiation we’d agreed upon when we started sleeping together. If she started to think it was something more, that was on her.
“You’re an ass,” she seethed.
“Yeah, I’ve been called worse!” I called out as she turned and stormed away.
Remi strode up to me, scratching his jaw as he did his best not to laugh at me. “So, uh…I guess I can call off the search party.”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“The lady was worried about you—thought you’d been kidnapped.”
“That’s just ridiculous.”
“Yeah, maybe. Then again, your stuff was in your office, the door was unlocked, and you weren’t answering your phone for anyone. Maybe she was getting carried away. Then again, even Mav thought it was a good idea to start investigating.”
I was tired as hell, not at all in the mood to deal with this, but maybe he was right. “It wasn’t intentional. I was just busy.”
“Next time, don’t leave a terrified secretary to answer your questions. Pretty sure she won’t show up again tomorrow after half the department stormed your office.”
Just one more fucking thing to deal with. “Thanks, Remi.”
“Don’t thank me. I just work here.”
Chuckling, I stepped over the caution tape and looked around my office. Things were slightly messed up, but that was probably normal, considering they were looking for proof that I had been taken hostage. My secretary was long gone, but there was a pot of coffee.
Snagging a mug, I poured myself a cup, then grimaced. Cold. It had probably been sitting there all day. Well, that was just fucking perfect.
“You know, you have the temper of a bulldozer,” Mav said, walking into the office.
“Not sure inanimate objects can have tempers.”
“She was just worried about you.”
“Well, she shouldn’t have been. I was working.”
“Working or not, you disappear in this town, someone’s bound to call the department. You’re just lucky I talked Bea out of calling a state-wide search.”
That was a relief.
“You know, when we were asking about your routine, that’s when she got the most upset.”
“Because of my routine?”
“Because she didn’t know what it was. The only thing she said to me was that you came over after she got off work. Seems to me, that woman was upset for reasons you can’t even comprehend. Maybe you want to think about that, and then go fucking apologize for being an ass.”
I almost told him to mind his own business, but he was right. My overreaction to the situation was fueled by her call to Bianca. If it hadn’t been for that, I would have laughed the whole thing off.
Instead, she stormed away, pissed as hell at me.
And it was time to fix that.
Grabbing my keys, I locked the office and waved at the officers before turning for my car, only to be smacked in the face with something cold and wet.
