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The only changes to the office since my last visit are the TV on a wall and a wide sofa lining another.
I play with the remote in my hands, taking his gesture as a surrender in not tattling on me. “I see you glammed the place up.”
“I don’t know what the fuck that means, but sure.” Tension rides his face. He has a crowded bar and has to deal with meagain.
I fall heavily onto the chair and prop my feet on the desk. “How’s your Netflix watch list?”
“I don’t know. I don’t watch TV.”
Who doesn’t watch TV?
I point to the TV with the remote. “You have a smart TV.”
“When I’m in here, I work.”
“Why did you buy it?”
He blows out an annoyed breath. Answering my questions is the last thing he wants to do, but I don’t want to lose his company. I enjoy pushing his buttons, and hanging out in an office alone isn’t much of a party.
“My sister works here and occasionally brings my cartoon-loving niece.” With that, he whips around, cursing under his breath, and leaves.
I open Netflix, selectThat ’70s Show, and take off my leather jacket before shuffling to the couch. When I drag my phone from my bag, it’s dead.
Shit.
I yawn.
I’ll watch one episode and then rummage through his drawers for a charger.
My eyes slowly shut as I relax.
* * *
A tapon my shoulder startles me awake.
My head shoots up and connects with something hard. That something hard is someone’s chin. The strong chin-holder and I simultaneously groan. I massage my head when he pulls away. When I peek up from the couch, I expect to find Maliki at maximum annoyance.
Instead, he looks drained. His bar tee is wrinkled and drink-stained.
“All right, Princess. Time for you to go home,” he says.
I comb my fingers through my ratty couch-head hair, and my stomach drops. “My phone died. I’ll call someone and wait outside until they get here.”
Hopefully, there’s someone sober with Ellie.
He extends his hand, helping me up, and retreats a step to give me room to walk around him. I snatch my jacket from the chair, yank it over my shoulders, and shove one arm in, stopping when he speaks.
“I’ll take you home.”
I gape at him, and my jacket falls loose on my uncovered arm. “Is that smart for me to get in the car with someone I don’t know? Stranger danger and all?”
Who am I kidding?I’ve allowed him to force me into an office in the back of a bar twice. I’ve long surpassed smart decisions with him.
He shrugs. “You can walk, but I’d rather you not. Your choice.”
“All right, but I’d make a terrible hostage. My dad would tell you to keep me, and I’m very demanding. You’d be forced to bring me hot wings and a hair straightener and provide plenty of company.”
He snorts. “Me kidnapping you is nothing you’ll ever need to worry about, Jailbait.”
