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“What the fuck is going on?” Bobby’s words slice through the air, like a bucket of ice water is poured on us.

With my breath caught in my throat, Bobby closes in on me.

“Step away,” Evan cuts in, his tone icy. The command makes my skin prickle with worry, a wave of unease taking over any happiness and desire from just moments ago.

Chapter 16

Evan

I’ve gone from almostkissing Chelsea to her ex wanting to punch me square in the face.

Bobby’s hands are curled into fists by his sides.

I’m not a fighter. Even if I’ve thought about punching him myself, I’d never act on it.

“Why does who I’m with matter to you?” Chelsea says.

Bobby doesn’t answer her because he’s too busy glaring at me. He finally moves his eyes to her, but instead of looking at her gorgeous face, his gaze drops straight down to her chest. Her exposed cleavage is enticing, but watching him looking at it sends blood rushing to my brain. If I don’t calm down, I might get physical for the first time in my life.

“He’s my boss,” Bobby says, finally bringing his eyes to hers.

So that’s the issue. Not the fact he let a good woman go—of course not.

“So?” she replies.

His eye twitches at her.

“Watch how you talk to me,” he spits.

The rise and tone of his voice sends the hairs on the back of my neck rising. “No, Bobby, you’re the one who needs to think about how you’re talking to her.”

He’s irritated but bites his tongue. He knows he needs to be careful right now or he’ll lose his job. I’m past the point of caring. I won’t have abusive people working for me.

HR will need to figure it out.

“Why him?” Bobby asks Chelsea.

“It wasn’t planned, if that’s what you’re asking,” she says, keeping her voice steady and strong, even though I can tell she’s nervous.

“How do I know that? You’re going for someone twelve years older,” he sneers, his voice dripping with venom. “Are you that desperate, or just looking for a sugar daddy?”

“Don’t be pathetic, Bobby. I get it, you're hurt, but let me be real clear, I’m not her sugar daddy. Grow up and stop making excuses.”

“You’re seeing other women, so why do you care about me?” Chelsea asks.

“I don’t.”

Bullshit.

“Unless you want me to let Shyla know about your dinner date with the redhead the other day,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.

My lips turn up at that. I’m proud of her. She’s not giving in to him.

I want to kiss her again, get her out of my system because I don’t want attachments. She’s the first person I’ve connected with in a long time so it’s natural for me to want more.

“She’s a friend.”

“You seem to have a lot of them,” Chelsea mumbles.

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