Page 12 of Hate Sex
“Whatever.” He turns to Spencer. “Treadmill, four miles.” Holy shit. Spencer goes to the treadmill doing exactly what he says. What the hell!
I walk into my office and close the door behind a furious Teo. “What do you need?” he clips.
“You need to lay off Spencer. He’s not going to tell you it’s enough. He’ll keep going until you crash him,” I tell him as his brows furrow, and if I thought he was angry before, this is nothing. The fury bounces off the walls of the room, and the air is stifling.
“Let me get this right. You’re coming out onmy”—he points to his chest and pounds in his point—“gym floor telling me how to work out my guys?” He steps forward, and I immediately step back, his demeanor more than intimidating. While I know in my gut he would never hurt me, his fury is palpable. “Your job is in here, not to come out and dictate what I do with my guys.”
My spine straightens, and a red haze films over my eyes. Angry, nope. Livid.
This time I step closer, but he doesn’t budge. “When you are out of line and it will affect not only you but the business, I will step in. Thatismy job. You’re working him for personal reasons and nothing to do with helping him become the best he can be.” I poke his chest. “You need to listen here. I did not go over whatever line you are talking about. I am well within my rights, and if you have a problem with that, write me up or talk to Devin.”
He looks into my anger-filled eyes. “You want to fuck me right now, don’t you?” he asks low, catching me off guard. “Too bad I don’t do sloppy seconds.” He opens the door storming out of the office, slamming it on his way out. He barks something at Spencer who stops the treadmill looking my way.Sloppy seconds?The words cause an ache in my gut. It’s exactly what I thought of him.
Each step he takes toward my office I want to make it longer. I hope like hell he’s not pissed as shit. He should be. It’s all my fault he’s going to be sore tomorrow. He opens the door, sweat pouring off his face. “You didn’t talk to him, did you?” I shake my head. “It’s been two days. You need to do this shit.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, but it doesn’t feel like enough.
He steps close, taking my head in his hands. “You’re a grown ass woman. Act like it.” He kisses my stunned forehead, and he’s gone. Well, nothing like telling it like it is.
Bad part, he’s so right. Shit!
