He ran a frustrated hand over his face. A part of what was spilling from his mouth was alcohol induced, but it didn’t change the fact that this had been brewing for a while.
“That’s not the result I was looking for, Gem,” he said bitterly, nostrils flaring the slightest degree in frustration. “Maybe I could still change your mind. Show you how you might enjoy it.”
“David—”
Before I could finish, his left hand twisted through my hair, yanking my head until I yielded. I yelped in pain while being pushed against the glass door, David’s body trapping me. Behind him, I could see the driver still waiting in the car turning a blind eye to what was happening.
“You could just tell me how you like it, Gem,” David groaned, his free hand groping my breast.
“Get. Off. Me!” I seethed, feeling the raging heat radiating off him. He was dangerous, volatile and drunk, and not handling rejection well.
“I’ll show you all the things I’ve wanted to do to—” My hand slapped his cheek and across the eye. David recoiled, his hand covering the sting, both of us out of breath.
“Leave now before I call 911,” I demanded. “We’re done, David.” Furious, tears prickled my eyes.
“You made a big mistake, Gem,” David warned, straightening up his suit. “You and me, we could have been great together, in business and pleasure. A power couple.”
“There’s nothing powerful about you, David. Now leave.” When he didn’t budge, I pulled my cell from my clutch and dialed 911.
“It’s a shame you feel that way,” he said, carrying an edge of something… victorious? “Need I remind you, you are bound by contract to remain an effective employee until such a date?”
The. Fucking. Contract.
“That means…” he paused then continued, “… until that date comes you are still my employee, and I…” his smile broadened, “… am still your boss.”
The wind felt like it had been kicked out of me, and a tear that had been threatening to spill finally cascaded down my cheek.
Pleased with himself, David winked before turning down the stairs. “See you tomorrow, Gem.”