Page 20 of Stood Up
Her face falls a bit. “I need to know what happened with Drake. I’ve been thinking about it since I got off the phone with you.”
There goes him not invading my night, but I knew better. Her job is solving problems so she must like to do it.
“He was fired.” She gasps. “He violated the company contract. Whatever happens now, we deal with it legally.”
“Where does that leave me?”
“Your assault happened in my building, therefore if anything comes of the incident, my company will pay to fix it.”
“What?”
This is my not so subtle way of taking care of her without it feeling like I’m invading because if he does come after her or I, I will bring out the big guns.
I reach over and grab her hand. “Baby, it’s what my company does. If there is a situation in our building we take care of any fall out from it. For example if he says things about you or I, we will go after him for defamation of character. We can also press assault charges against him considering he put his hands on you twice now.”
Leaving out the part that if he even comes within fifty feet of her, I’ll beat the living hell out of him, I keep with the legal side.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. I promise you, I won’t let it touch you.”
“Promise me?”
“Yeah, Promise you. Now, let’s not let him ruin our night. He doesn’t get that.”
“No, he doesn’t.” her smile is bright like I scored big. Damn right I did because she has her ass in my chair in my house.
“Alright, let’s get to know each other,” Aiden says as her eyes dance in humor and curiosity. “We’ll go back and forth asking a question, and both of us have to answer each and every question.”
I quirk my brow. “I’m not really aplaying a gamekind of man.”
“It’s not a game. It’s just so we can find things we have in common.” Aiden digs into her food, almost shy she brought it up.Jackass.This is what I wanted, for us to talk and get to know each other. The thought is intriguing, and I wonder what I’ll learn. It’ll also get her mind off of Drake. Game it is.
“Hit me.”
“Favorite color.”
“Black.”
“Blue,” she answers as well. “Your turn.”
Oh hell. “Favorite sexual position.”
“No sex questions.” She pauses then grumbles under her breath. “We don’t have trouble there.”
“We sure don’t,” I respond to her wide eyes. “First car.”
“Pontiac Bonneville. It was a hunk of junk but big enough to fit all my friends in it when we went out.”
She looks at me to answer. “Honda CRX,” I answer, while she bursts out laughing. “What?”
“You fit in that little of a car? There’s no way.” She shakes her head, her hair flying with each movement. So young, so carefree. So gorgeous.
“I was a bit smaller then. Same height so it was a bitch at times, but it’s what I could afford. So, it’s what I got.” She looks at me puzzled, and I get the distinct impression she’s about to ask me about money.
“Favorite place to go,” she says, surprisingly and to my relief. I hate talking about money. Yes, I have it, but my father taught me how to be humble about it as well.
“Dominican.”
