Page 51 of Stay Toxic

“I don’t want to talk to you, that’s why I’m avoiding your calls, texts, emails, and LinkedIn messages,” I grumbled.

“I just want to talk to you. Explain,” he pleaded.

I was just opening my mouth to tell him where he could shove that explanation when I was lifted.

The gasp left my mouth, and my hands automatically went to the sweaty shoulders in front of me.

I looked down into a pair of navy-blue eyes.

Shasha.

Fuck.

“You scared me,” I said to him, not struggling at all.

“Sorry,” he said. “Thanks for agreeing to give me a ride to work.”

I opened my mouth to say “of course” but before I could, he kissed me.

Kissed. Me.

And, because I was a fool, I kissed him back.

A throat cleared somewhere behind me, but I didn’t stop from kissing Shasha until he’d stopped.

When I pulled away, I was gasping for breath and staring at him in shock.

His eyes were once again on my lips, and I felt a distinct bulge against my lower half where my legs were dangling.

He had one arm around my ass, one around my back, and he was still holding me so firm I had no hope of getting away unless he wanted me to.

With a change of position, he placed me on my butt in the passenger seat.

I held my breath as he reached over me, buckled my seat belt, and then ran his hand up the length of my thigh before backing away.

He watched me watch him, then reached into his pants and readjusted his hard cock—which I could see incredibly well in those thin, slightly wet with sweat, running shorts.

When he was far enough back, he rounded the Jeep and stopped dead in front of Rupert who I hadn’t realized was still there.

His eyes took him in from top to bottom before saying, “Leave her alone. Don’t go near her. Don’t call her. Stop following her around. Stop going to the places that you know she loves. She doesn’t want you anywhere near her.”

“You don’t get to decide where I go…” he started, but in that instant, Shasha was done.

“You’re wrong,” he said quietly. “I can decide. I did decide. Keep it up, and your job will be gone, too.”

“I doubt that,” Rupert replied smugly.

That’s when Sasha smiled.

“You think that you’re good,” Shasha replied after that terrifying smile fell off his face. “But you’re not.”

My heart was pounding as Shasha moved around Rupert’s body to head for the driver’s side.

He got in, started it up, then expertly drove away, making me realize that the man probably drove a standard better than I did.

He didn’t say a word as he pulled into the parking spot I usually used when I got to school.

He got out, turned, studied my face, then took off running.

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