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“You tell me, and I don’t want to hear shit anymore. I want the real deal. You tell me right now why you came out here tonight.” I’m not sure what to do with this side of Kenzie. Sure, she’s been emotional before, but this is different. She was emotional about woodstove ashes this morning, but usually she’s not this aggressive. Trouble is, this version of her turns me on too. In fact, it might turn me on more. I like that she can be a sweet little angel and also clean the floor with my attitude if I need it.
“I told you why I ca—”
“No… not your bullshit story about wanting a massage. The real reason.” She narrows her gaze. “You’re standing out here to follow me home. Clients don’t do that.”
“Is that what I am? A client? I thought I was your friend.”
She gasps. “My friend? You literally just started talking to me this morning. I’ve worked for you for three weeks. You’re my employer, and now you’re following me.”
“I’m not following you.”
“You’re trying to.”
“I told you, so that’s not actually following.”
She sighs. “You came out here because you knew I was here. Admit it. What do you want?”
She’s so damn cute throwing this little fit that I’m tempted to lift her up into the truck and calm her down, but I resist, mostly because of the giant picture windows and the professor who hasn’t taken his eyes off us. I wouldn’t be surprised if that asshole has a thing for her too.
“I came out here for a massage. You gave me one. The end.”
“You stopped me.”
“It wasn’t my thing.” I shrug. “I don’t like the oil. It’s going to take days to scrub it off.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not the oil. Stop bullshitting.”
“Look, it’s getting late. We both have work early tomorrow.”
“What if I don’t want to work for you anymore?” she huffs.
My chest tightens. If she doesn’t work for me anymore, I’m not sure what I’d do. Sure, it’s only been three weeks, but it’s been the best three weeks I’ve had in ages.
Having Kenzie around is like having a breath of fresh air around every corner. It’s not about the house being clean or the meals being cooked, though she’s good at those things. I haven’t tasted food with as much flavor since she started cooking… but that’s not the point. It’s about her. She’s bright, always smiling, always singing, always dancing. And even though I suck at emotions, conversations, and all the stupid shit most people are good at, that girl doesn’t give up on me. At least she hasn’t yet.
“You can’t quit.”
“I can, and I will. Tell me why you’re here.”
I swallow hard and stare at her. Her top cuts low and her large, heavy breasts are way too exposed. She’s pulled on a heavy cable knit cardigan to keep her warm outside, but she’s still showing too much skin. My cock aches and my palms itch to touch her.
“If I told you why I came tonight, you’d never talk to me again.”
She stares toward me, her lips parted. “Say it or I’ll drive away, and I’ll never speak to you again.”
There’s a part of me that would call anyone else out on this bluff. In fact, I’d let just about anyone else drive right the fuck away and I wouldn’t give another thought to it. But here, with Kenzie, the price is too high. If I lose her, I lose what little hope for happiness I have left.
I turn my back to the windows of the classroom and block the view of the professor before reaching out and gripping the back of her neck. It’s a bold move, but the caveman in me is making decisions before my brain gives its approval.
My grasp is strong and steady.
She doesn’t squirm. She stands tall and leans in. “What are you doing?”
“You want to know why I came out here tonight?”
With her lips parted, she nods.
“I came out here because I couldn’t stand the thought of you touching all those other men. And when I saw it with my own two eyes, I nearly drove through the place with my truck.”
