Page 112 of Romeo

“Been waiting here for a while.”

Her head jerked back. “How long?”

“Long enough to see your asshole boss leave along with all your fuckin’ co-workers. Why’d you stay?”

If she told him the truth, he would only give her a rash of shit for it and tell her that she should leave this job for the thousandth time.

She didn’t want to hear it. She was tired. She was hungry. Her feet ached. “I had a few things to finish up.”

“Like?”

“Like work.”

His brow furrowed. “What kinda work? That dick insist you stay late?”

“No.”

The big man could move fast when he wanted to. Because suddenly he was off his bike and toe-to-toe with her. With a tight grip on her chin, he raised her face so she couldn’t avoid him.

She lifted a hand to stop whatever he was about to spew. “I don’t want to hear it, Rome. I’m done explaining. If you can’t accept that, then leave.”

His nostrils flared, a muscle jumped in his cheek and his grip tightened to the point it bordered on painful.

She needed to stop him before he started in on her. If he did, she might go off on him, tell him to fuck off and the next thing she knew, he’d be telling Shade that she was having issues with her boss.

That could be a fatal mistake.

For Roger.

“I see you setting to go off… but please… just don’t,” she finished on a whisper.

That had him pinning his lips so tightly, they ended up in a slash.

“Why are you here?” Maybe she could get him off track.

“You were here a goddamn hour and a half longer than everyone else, Maddie.”

Oh,hewas pissed? He wasn’t the one wiping down already clean equipment. “Tell me something I don’t know. Why are you stalking me?”

His bearded chin jerked back into his neck. “Ain’t stalkin’ you.”

“You still haven’t said why you’re here.”

“Figured you might wanna get fed and fucked.”

While that sounded tempting, taking him up on that offer would have her skidding down a slippery slope. The one she was trying to avoid. “Is that some sort of spa package?”

“Yeah. You qualify for the president’s special. Limited time only.”

“Maybe I don’t want it.”

His sudden smile wasn’t a “happy” smile, but one more predatory. When he added a deep, grumbly, “Want me to prove you’re a damn liar?” it made her toes curl and heat pool between her legs.

Damn it.

She cleared her throat so her voice wouldn’t crack when she responded, “No need.”

“Thought that’d be the case.”

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