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My lips curl at her dramatics. “Depends on the scenario and injuries.”
“Are you part of the Mafia?”
“No. But I did tell you not to bring boyfriends into my home and you have the house to yourself soo…bad date?”
“That would’ve been really shitty of me if I was texting you and sitting next to him, wouldn’t it?”
“Very.” However, I’d love it. There’s nothing I’d be more thrilled about than her thinking of me while some dipshit is trying to gain her attention. “Sorry that I got hung up last night. I was hoping I’d catch you.”
“No big deal.”
Alright, she’s pissed.
The short answers are the first indicator. The flat tone that isn’t natural for her raises the second red flag.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I say as I move up in the line behind a short middle-aged lady. “I’ll be home tonight.”
“I don’t think you should.”
My brows clash together but I already know where this is going again. It’s only something I’ve battled with for the few weeks she’s been working with me.
Yet, I still push the subject.
No matter how many times Molly gives me small reminders of our working relationship, my cock has literally taken over my brain.
“Why not? Is he still there?” I tease even though it’s bullshit. I’m just trying to lighten the mood, which isn’t something I do naturally. I just want to get inside her head and talking it out seems to be the way to do it.
“No, I just think it’s better if we just act professional around each other and leave it at that.”
Yeah, I don’t like that idea.
Not anymore.
Not since I’ve had her.
“What’s with the change of heart?”
Molly is silent for a few seconds before saying, “It’s not a change. It’s reality.”
“I’m not going to marry you.”
I hear her scoff and that probably wasn’t the right thing to say. She probablydoeswant to get married one day and have her own kids, but I’m way past that in my life.
It’s not even in the cards for me.
It’s not something that I feel as though I’m missing because I obviously have two daughters that keep me busy enough.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I profess. “Well…I did. You know I’m never getting married again.”
“It’s not about that,” she retorts. “It’s that you’re my paycheck. And I don’t need you to get into your feelings and fire me one day.”
Oh.
Well, first of all, I don’t get into my feelings.
Second, I really don’t see my dick firing her anytime soon.
“Why would I do that?” I ask curiously.
