I shook my head. “No, Kira. There is always work to do. You can’t make me leave to go take a nap at home.”
She continued smiling. “Oh.Idon’t have to do anything to make you leave. I thinkhehas that all covered.” She gestured her thumb over her shoulder.
I followed her gesture only for my heart to drop as I witnessed a heated Beckham walking into the museum dressed in an all black fit, his muscles bulging out of his t-shirt.
Before I could make a run for it, he made direct eye contact with me.
“This... is going to be good,” Kira said as she bit her lip.
I rolled my eyes at her.
Heat crept up my neck as he stalked toward me, shoulders tense, jaw locked, utter rage and anger in his eyes. I’d probably earned that. Couldn’t even blame him.
I had been blocking his calls ever since that night, and ignoring all of his texts. I had to get away from him. He was too alluring, seductive, sensual… He wouldruinme, my marriage, my life… and I wouldn’t have a problem letting him. We had already pushed a boundary, one that should have stayed up to keep the sanctity of my marriage and my sexual libido intact.Which is why I had to stop.
“Rosenna,” he practically seethed.
Kira looked over at me expectantly as if she was waiting for my reply.
“Beckham… Did Kira schedule a meeting for us to meet today?” I asked.
His eyes darkened. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts.”
Kira let out a small squeak.Must we have this conversation in front of her?
Coolly, I replied, “Well, if your messages were work-related, you’d have gotten a response by now.”
“You really do love pissing me off… You know exactly what this is about,Flower.”
Kira’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped.
I ignored it. “I think we’ve talked enough for today, Beckham. I have a lot of work to get done—”
“Actually! Actually, she has the day off,” Kira interjected.
Seizing his opportunity, Beckham snatched me by the wrist and began to pull me toward the exit. “Well, then we can continue the discussion I started the other evening, can’t we?”
I glared back at Kira. Words choked in my throat. I couldn’t—I shouldn’t—
Kira grinned. “I’ll have someone drop your car off at home for you later!” she called happily.
Beckham frog-marched me to his car. It was new, expensive, and sleek, but I didn’t care.
I was angry.Angry that he wouldn’t just leave me alone. Angry that he thought my life revolved around him and his needs.
He opened the passenger door, and I crossed my arms again as I jerked myself away from him.
“Get in, Flower,” he ordered.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to go with you.”Lie.
He gave me a head-to-toe glance. “If you don’t start listening to me soon, Rosenna, not only am I going to have to fuck some sense into you, but I’ll pull out of the contract and tell your little husband that his wife is my pretty little whore. Now get in the car.”
Well, now I had no choice. Hugging my body, I reluctantly clambered in, positioning myself against the door after he closed it, wanting to put as much distance between the two of us as possible.
He got himself situated in the car and I shook my head. “I don’t like this.” Beckham was silent. “All you do is threaten me with telling Gavin or making me lose my business. All to satisfy some sadistic urge you have.”
He didn’t speak, just drove. So neither did I. What would be the point?
