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“I don’t care. Just eat it.” He hands me a spoon.
I follow him back to his office.
He forces me down into his chair and glares at me until I start eating the yogurt.
It’s strawberry flavored, quite tangy and sweet, the burst of flavor in my mouth has me feeling a little better.
When I reach for my laptop, Jace frowns, “You need to rest.”
“I need to work.”
I need to drown out the screams in my head.
“Halley.” He gives me a disapproving look.
I purse my lips. “Look, I know what I’m doing.”
He doesn’t argue with me but I suddenly find my work pile reduced and to my frustration, we’re done within the hour.
As Jace sends the reports, I feel unsettled. My body feels sluggish but I want to do something, to busy my mind, to stop thinking.
“We’re done.” Jace stretches his arms over his head, his face tired. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
It’s about two in the morning, and I suddenly don’t want to go home.
The last place I want to go is to my quiet apartment to be alone with my thoughts.
Maybe I can ask Mia if she wants to go clubbing.
The deafening music, bodies grinding against each other, the mindless dancing until my feet couldn’t take it anymore. “I—I’m not going home. You should go,” I say, trying to sound flippant,
Jace freezes. “What do you mean? Where do you want to go at this hour?”
My head feels heavy. “There must be some clubs around. I want to go dancing. After all, it is Friday.”
Jace stares at me, before taking a deep breath, and growling, “Have you finally lost it?”
5
Jace
When Halley had fallen asleep, I had put my jacket on her and studied her sleeping form for a few seconds.
She’s a resilient little thing, and I’m starting to admire her more and more.
Unfortunately, the more I admire her, the more I’m curious about her. I want to get to know her, and for some reason this irritates me. I don’t have time for a woman in my life and especially someone like her who’s so—so—Well, she talks a lot, for starters.
I like my peace and quiet and this woman clearly doesn’t know the meaning of those words.
And then, those damned outfits!
They were enough to drive a man to distraction!
The problem is she seems so blissfully unaware of herself that I can’t even say she’s doing it on purpose. She has a certain innocence about her that makes a man want to ruin her, to see what she would look like all debauched.
And then on top of this, she makes all those snarky comments she seems to think I can’t hear. They make me want to put her across my knee and spank the defiance out of her.
What am I supposed to do with her?
