Page 93 of Obsession

Don’t you dare climb up there?

Who the hell did he think he was, ordering me around like that?

I grabbed two jars and climbed to the top of the platform.

I immediately heard the whistles. I had expected it, so I tried not to react. They had no way of seeing my underwear. I wasn’t that high, and I was careful enough to keep my legs closed, but I still offered some kind of view because I was on that damn scaffolding.

I noticed Harris approaching with another crate, and I went down to get some more jars so I could continue my work. I could hear the angry breath he was exhaling through his nostrils.

“Do you ever listen?”

“Not really, no. Especially when it’s an order, I have already told you that.”

“Stop going on that platform, Katherine. I’m not in the mood to fight anyone today.”

I shot him an angry look.

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me.”

He jerked his head in the direction of the group of boys I was well aware of.

I pursed my lips and decided to keep my mouth shut because I didn’t want to yell at him, especially not there, even though it was extremely difficult not to. Under the false assumption that I would listen to him, Harris returned to the truck.

I would have loved to throw a jar of honey at his head. I would have, but they weren’t mine.

The part of me that wanted to attract trouble went back to the scaffolding. This time I tried to carry more than two jars so I could finish faster.

I shoved four into my arms and climbed up to where Mr. Elay didn’t want me.

“Need a hand, beautiful?”

Oh, fucking hell!

What was the possibility of something like this not happening? I wanted to keep working without incident.

I turned my head and saw a blond guy taking three glasses and bringing them to me.

“I’m good, thanks.”

I tried to expedite him as quickly as possible, but he just couldn’t take the hint.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harris approaching.

Completely unhappy.

He dropped the crate, and the sound echoed in the room. I hoped fervently that none of the jars broke. He climbed up the steps two at a time and grabbed him by the collar before he could reach me and pulled him down without saying anything to him.

“What the fuck?!” the boy yelled, and I saw his friends coming towards us.

“Who the fuck asked for your help?” Harris growled, turning the guy around to face him.

The guy dropped the jars and they shattered.

God!

“Harris, please,” I yelled.

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