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“Excuse me, can you get my car, please?” Julian asks the other attendant.
“Of course, sir.”
He stands next to me, silent.
“Go back inside, Mr. Masters.” I sigh.
“Why are you pissed?”
I raise my eyebrows in disgust. “If you don’t know, I’m not telling you.”
He stays silent, unsure what to say or understand just how angry I am. His car arrives and he opens my door. I glance around. It’s either stay here in the cold or get a lift with him. Fuck it, I just want to get home. I climb in and he shuts the door behind me.
He pulls out into the traffic. I stare through the windscreen, watching as heavy raindrops begin to fall and the automatic wipers come on.
“I didn’t want anyone to know that we were together.” He sighs.
“Well, you won’t need to worry about hiding me anymore.”
He glances over. “Why?”
“Because I have too much self-respect,” I snap.
“Why are you carrying on?”
“What the fuck?” I yell. “You take me to a dinner and spend two hours chatting up another woman, and then you proceed to tell her that I’m just the nanny.”
He glares at me.
“That suits me just fine, Judge Masters.” I sneer.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that tonight, while you were playing judges with Anna, I was judging you. And I didn’t like what I fucking saw.”
“Is that so?”
I turn to him, outraged at his behavior. “I don’t know how you usually treat women, Julian, but let me tell you this… you will never again get the fucking chance to make me feel like you did tonight. ”
“How did I make you feel?” He growls. “Like a cheap slut you are taking home to fuck when the night is over.”
His jaw clenches and he grips the steering wheel tightly, not saying a single word. We ride the rest of the way in silence. He pulls into the driveway and parks the car under the carport. I get out, slam the door, and march up to the front door, fumbling with my keys.
He moves in front of me, opens the front door with his key, and pushes it open. I barge past him and storm through the house.
“Stop!” he calls after me.
I turn toward him sharply. “I have never been so furious. You arrogant prick, to think that I will put up with that kind of treatment.” I shake my head. “Who do you think you are?”
He narrows his eyes. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. This isn’t a relationship.”
I smirk, speechless, offering nothing but of a huff in response. I don’t bother replying.
“Bree,” he says softly, grabbing my arm.
I hit his arm away. “I don’t want a relationship with you!” I cry. “The mere thought of sleeping with such an arrogant pig turns my stomach now. Don’t you dare call me that again. My name is Miss Brielle to you, and I am just the nanny. Stay the hell away!”
He glares at me. “You’re taking that out of context and carrying on for no reason.”
