Page 39 of Virtue & Vengeance

She shook her head. “No. I’ll be fine. I’ll be at work so stop worrying about me.”

“As long as you continue to lie to me, I’ll continue to worry.” I tossed my billfold on the counter and started toward the door. “Buy yourself a ball gown. You’re going.”

I heard the slap of her small feet on the marble flooring as she flew across the room toward me. When I turned toward her, she shoved my billfold into my chest.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You are.”

“I have to work.”

“And I’m your boss, and I say you don’t have to work.”

“Oh my God you’re so annoying! What will people think?”

“They’ll think I’m the fucking boss and I have the final say.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Take your money.”

I’d enough with the bullshit. Although I had to admit that her strong will and her refusal of me was a turn on, I wasn’t willing to back down on this one.

I wanted her there.

Therefore, she would be going.

“Either you’re ready when I come to pick you up on Saturday, or you can expect an impromptu visit from Officer Johnson with a nice pair of shiny handcuffs. It’s either the charity event with me or a night locked behind bars safely. Got it?”

Then I turned and left her with her mouth hanging open in shock.

I was a fucking asshole, but I was an asshole who was going to get what he wanted.

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