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“I’m sure you have more important things to do than seeing me home. If I can just have my keys back, I’d appreciate it.” Dahlia offered her hand and glanced up at Trey.
The man was stone-cold. No reaction or emotion. Dahlia shouldn’t expect one, especially from a man like him. Come on, Trey. Let me leave this situation with a little dignity.
“I upset you?” he asked. Dahlia parted her lips, and without saying a word, as if Trey knew what was coming, he cocked his brow. “Don’t lie.”
Damn, this man was good at reading people and seeing through their bullshit. At this point, admitting having her feelings hurt would be an opening act to the shitshow she’d just unleashed on him. There was no reason to lie.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Trey drew in a breath, glancing over her battered front porch. Dahlia could only imagine what was racing through his mind. The house looked as though it was one call to the city away from being condemned.
“It wasn’t my intention.”
“I know, I…” Dahlia didn’t get the chance to finish when Trey leaned past her, brushing his chest against her arm and unlocking her door, opening it a few inches. He glanced down. They were so close she felt her breath catch in her throat. If he moved another few inches, their lips would be touching.
“I could have worded it differently.” Trey glanced down at her mouth, and for a brief, head in the clouds, not in this lifetime moment, she thought he might kiss her.
Then he stepped back, setting her back to reality with his words playing over in her head. I could have worded it differently. Was that an apology? No. From Trey?
Her brows knitted, and she cocked her head with a small smile playing on her lips. “Is that an apology?”
“You can take it however you’d like. You start Friday. Be at the club by three. And don’t be late.”
Wait, what?
“You’re still willing to offer me the job?”
“Yes.”
“But I missed the orientation.”
Trey stopped, his back rigid moments before he glanced over his shoulder. No man should look this good.
“I’ll make arrangements. Be at the Bowery at three.”
This was happening too fast. Dahlia had little time to process.
“Can I have a day to think it over and make up my mind if I’m going to take it?”
“I’ve made the decision for you. You’ll take it.” Trey turned, and without a thought, she grabbed his arm.
“I don’t think I can work for you.”
It was honest and open, and she regretted it the second the words left her lips.
Trey glanced down at her hand wrapped around his forearm. She dropped it to her side and inched back toward her door, mumbling, “Sorry.”
In a move she hadn’t seen coming, Trey turned to face her, advancing toward her. Dahlia winced when her back bumped into the wall, leaving her no option but to remain in her spot. Trey stopped a foot away, towering over her and forcing Dahlia to crane her neck.
“Why not?”
Oh God, what was it with this man and his constant inquiries?
Dahlia shrugged.
“Dahlia.”
She blew out a heavy breath and swallowed the lump in her throat.
