Page 49 of Romeo

Convenient.

I opened it and he looked up from behind his desk. “Can I help you?”

I closed the door behind me without answering. His expression changed as he took me in—the tattoos, the knife at my side, and probably the fact that I had absolutely no business being in his office. “Who are you?”

I crossed the room and stopped in front of his desk. “Doesn’t matter who I am,” I said quietly. “You’ve been bothering someone who belongs to me.”

Color drained from his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The girl at the Creamery,” I said, watching his eyes betray him before the rest of his face could catch up. “The one you’ve been calling sweetheart. The one whose hand you touched without permission.”

“I...” His gaze darted toward the door. “I was just being friendly.”

“No.”

One word—that was all it took for his mouth to shut.

“You made her uncomfortable,” I continued.

“I didn’t mean⁠—”

“Don’t give a fuck what you meant.” I stepped closer and planted my hands on the edge of his desk. “What matters is what happens next. You stay the fuck away from her. You don’t go back to the Creamery. You don’t wait around for her to get off work. You don’t ask anybody about her.”

His hands shifted against the desktop, some of the fear giving way to irritation. “You can’t tell me where I can go.”

I smiled.

“Sure as fuck can.”

His gaze flicked toward the door again.

Bad idea.

I leaned in closer over the desk and lowered my voice. “Don’t make me come back.”

His eyes found mine.

Whatever he saw there did the job.

He nodded.

“Good.” I straightened and headed toward the door.

Behind me, he cleared his throat. “Who the hell are you?”

I stopped with my hand on the knob.

Nobody Fiona needs to know was here.

I glanced back over my shoulder. “You’re worst fucking nightmare.”

Then I left.

I stayed another day to be sure the asshole understood. I parked where I could see the Creamery and watched Fiona work through another shift.

He never showed.

Smart man.