Page 96 of Obsession

Iolanda laughed, too.

“Katherine, I’m going to the bakery now, do you want to come with me?”

Fuck! I may have been mean, but I’d had enough of relatives and incidents for today.

“I’d love to, Iolanda, but I’d like to go home. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, I’ll drive you.”

I had a chance to smile at her, then I heard Harris’s voice:

“I’ll drive her.”

He was still holding the cold can of Coke, and I took a sip of mine to refresh myself a little.

This was going to be… interesting.

Iolanda raised an eyebrow at us.

God, Harris had called me ‘baby’ in front of her. In front of everyone. How long would it take for that to get back to my father? I figured pretty quickly, and I didn’t really care if he found out or not.

After that, she had nothing more to add and was convinced she was leaving me in good hands. She hugged us both, then left. I stayed with Harris, amidst the commotion in the warehouse. Everything seemed to be intensifying in my head.

“If you’re busy, you don’t have to take me home, I can wait for my dad.”

He raised an eyebrow and came so close to me that his breath almost brushed my lips.

“Are you just saying that to hear me say that there’s no way I’m leaving you here?”

I lifted my chin.

“I’m not climbing any more platforms; I think I’m safe.”

“I wasn’t thinking about the danger these platforms pose.”

I looked around out of the corner of my eye, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“Now that you bring it up, what you did was completely inappropriate, not to mention annoying. I don’t care what the guy’s intentions were, you had no right to react that way.”

He came closer, as if he hadn’t even heard what I said.

“Today, of all days, you’re wearing a fucking skirt. A skirt that’s already playing dangerously with my mind,” he spoke in a low voice, almost whispering.

I sighed softly; it didn’t surprise me that he changed the subject like that, otherwise he would have had to admit that he was jealous.

“And that’s exactly why it’s a bad idea for you to drive me.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him.

“You’re lucky I am really busy today and don’t have time to play with what’s under your skirt.”

I punched him in the arm, and he laughed.

“I know it’s part of your DNA to be an asshole or whatever, but sometimes you cross the line.”

He just smiled without saying anything else, but that was enough.

He held open the door to his car.

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