Page 484 of Savage Bosses

She knew better than to refuse. He was going to make sure she got home where it was him taking her or following the car that took her. She walked to her office and grabbed her belongings and met him in his office. “You ready?” He looked up at her and his piercing blue eyes were soft and compassionate.

They walked out together, and he placed his hand at the base of her back to guide her into the elevator. The touch only lasted a few seconds, but the sparks she felt continued long after the touch. As his driver drove down the highway, they talked about different angles they could be approached the client.

They pulled in front of her house. He got out and walked her to the door. Deja turned to face him. “It’s not necessary to walk me to the door.”

“Yes, it is,” is all he said.

She looked at him after opening the door. “Thanks for bringing me home.”

“You’re welcome.” He said as he stepped back.

Deja thought about what Olivia said.You need to talk to him outside the office and find out what his problem is with you.

She turned to face him again. “Do you want to come in for a drink? I want to talk to you about something.” She didn’t know why she invited him in, but she knew they needed to talk, and she wasn’t ready for their night to end.

“I would like that,” he said.

Deja nodded as she stepped to the side to let him in.

“Would you like a drink?”

Stephen looked around at her small but beautifully decorated home. “Sure, do you have bourbon?”

“Yes, I have Whiskey Wright.”

He gave her a quizzical look.

“It’s a black owned company, and the whiskey is amazing.” She smiled as she poured two glasses. She handed him a glass and sat down next to him.

Deja took a sip of her drink. “Stephen, can I ask you a question?”

The looked he gave her penetrated her soul. “What do you want to know?”

She took a deep breath. “Why have you treated me so mean? I mean, from day one, you have been so nasty to me. Did I do something to you?”

Deja instantly noticed his gaze go icy and his expression hardened.

Chapter Eight

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tephen let out a breath. “You really don’t fucking remember me?” his tone was low but intense.

“No, should I? Where would I have known you from?”

Stephen took a gulp of his drink and gripped the glass tightly as he tried to contain his anger. “Did you go to Mitchell High School?”

“Yes, but.,”

“You are looking at me in my fucking face and telling me you don’t remember me?”

“Stephen…,”

“Stephen what? Did you fuck with that many guys that you can’t even remember them?”

“Stephen, I went to Mitchell, but I didn’t know that many people. I was only there for two years before we moved.”

“You don’t remember going out with me, then asking me to meet you behind the school and you laughed as your friends beat the shit out of me?”

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