I inhaled the humid air. I was tempted to run out and dance in the rain. I could.
Then I remembered Terrance giving me the silent treatment in the car on the way home from Rosebud. He’d slinked to his room without even looking at me. I’d figured he needed some time and space, but after I slept on it…
Time meant thinking. In Terrance’s case, overthinking. Space meant he could put more distance between us.
I shot out of the bed and stretched, gazing at the beautiful water curtains outside. The trees in my gardenshivered happily, finally getting rid of the ever-present dust. Everything would be fresh and clean after it rained—a little like a new beginning.
I needed to talk to Terrance before he did something stupid. He could blabber to his boss that he broke some silly rule.
Shit. He could quit!
Nope. That was not happening.
I dragged a pair of white briefs over my hips and strode to the door. I had no idea what I was going to tell him, but it was obvious I needed to act.
I tore the door open and jumped back.
Terrance all but fell on me. He caught the door frame to stop himself from face-planting on my carpet.
“What the hell?”
He regained his balance and clenched his jaw. He was dressed in his usual striped pajama pants and a white tee and looked so adorable that I wanted to squeeze his cheeks and plant a kiss on his nose.
“I was…leaning on the door,” he mumbled.
“On my door.”
“Yes.”
I suppressed a smile. “Why?”
His eyes flashed with anger. “We need to talk,” he barked.
“I agree. I was on my way to bang on your door.”
“Good.”
“Good,” I repeated, waiting for him to get it out.
“So talk.”
I laughed. “You said we needed to talk.”
Exasperated, Terrance threw his arms in the air. “Jesus, Lothair, you’re such a fucking child!”
I tilted my head to the side and put my hands on myhips. “You didn’t seem to think that when you were rubbing your dick against mine.”
His nostrils flared.
“I assume you want to quit,” I told him slowly.
“I’m not contributing to your safety.”
Taking a deep breath, I walked around him and closed the door. Having him in my room without a clear escape route behind him felt marginally better. I would have locked it if I could.
“As you well know, I’m not worried about my safety. I only agreed to hire you to placate my manager.”
“Some of the threats you face are real.” He exhaled, looking around the room, anywhere but at me. “You need security, Lothair.”
