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“Nothing,” I yelled.
His grin disappeared and his brows pinched. “Romania.”
Goddamn it. He full named me.
I was in trouble.
I had to lie.
“I was just, ah, sexting.” That should stop him from questioning anything.
He opened his mouth, closed it, and turned to march the other way.
Grinning, I pumped the air with my fist. All I ever had to do was talk about my period or sex and the guys would stop annoying or questioning me. Giggling, I thought of the other day when I did give the brothers a speech at lunch about women bleeding from our vaginas. There were a large number who paled, and I was sure Knife even heaved a little.
Good times. Good times.
“Rommy, there’s a customer here, and Low’s not at the desk,” a prospect called.
“I got it,” I told him, making my way to the office. It was probably for me anyway. As soon as I entered, my belly twisted with the heebie-jeebies from the guy looking my way. Maybe it was the greasy hair or the unkempt look or the way his gaze slowly ran up and down my body.
I stopped just inside the door. “Hi. How can I help you?”
“Romania Monroe, it’s a pleasure. I have my car booked in with you for a service.” His smile even put me off.
“Sure, no problem. Just leave the keys?—”
“No.”
I jerked my head back. “What? Look, man, if you’re going to be a problem, you can get out of here or I’ll call in all the other employees to help you leave.” I wouldn’t mind kicking his ass too, but I didn’t want to touch him.
He smirked. “Sorry, I mean I’d prefer to give you the keys.” He reached into his pocket and pulled the set out, holding them my way in his gloved hand.
My skin itched at the thought of getting close.
I wanted to punch myself in the tit for accepting this job.
Never again would I think of money first.
Clenching my teeth, I moved closer and stretched my arm out. He dropped the keys into my palm and nodded towards the exit.
“Are you able to come out so I can ask about something on the car? I’m worried it’s not safe for my daughter, but she tells me I’m just being silly.”
Damn. This guy had a daughter he just wanted safe. I felt like a turd for judging him on the way he looked. There was a chance he didn’t have time for a shower that morning. It was early.
“Sure.” I nodded.
He dipped his head down. “Thank you.”
“After you,” I said and waited for him to move first. I followed slowly towards the white van.
A white van? Why would he give his daughter a white van?
I stilled.
Was there movement in the back?
Alarm bells went off in my mind.
