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“Why didn't you just call me?” I ask, dropping my arms in frustration.
“He told me not to bother you. That he had it handled.”
“Oh, so we listen to our clients' wishes now regarding scheduling. Cool,” I grumble.
He takes a step forward, his height closing in on me. “I'm sorry, Dyl, I seriously had no idea you didn't know. You know I feel awful about this now.”
I lick my lips, glaring off into the corner of the office.
“It's fine, Jaden.”
“I wasn't trying to steal your patient, Dyl,” he explains with guilt in his eyes. “You can keep the commission—”
“Stop,” I interrupt him. “It's fine, really. You did the work. You were here. You didn't know.”
The front bell rings and Jaden's slumped shoulders straighten.
“Shit,” he murmurs, looking behind me at the door that's still closed. “Cedric's here. I gotta take him. Can you finish stretching Lake before you guys leave?”
You guys leave? What plans did Decker have for us?
He walks past me, my face blank, with confusion swirling beneath. Opening the door, he waves once at Cedric. Cedric's round body walks towards the benches, his eyes hard on Jaden and me behind the door.Chill out, big boy. It's the sweaty beast in the corner you need to worry about.
Jaden heads out to start his session with Cedric as I head toward the room with the mats. Lake follows me in as I assumed he would, closing the door behind him. I rest my hands on the counter behind me, cocking my head with my lips pursed in frustration.
“Don't look so mad, babe,” Lake smirks as he approaches me. “I timed this perfectly.”
He tries to slip his arms around me, but I push off the counter, placing my palm against his chest to keep him at a safe distance.
“Don't youbabeme,” I snap. “You're fucking with my money, Decker.”
His smirk deepens as he eyes my hand set firmly on his chest. He looks back at me with a sultry darkness in his gaze. Before I know what’s happening, he grips my wrist, twisting it around until he turns me, my back against his firm chest as he holds me tightly against him. The anger that was boiling over is now settling into that familiar heat between my legs.
“Good thing I'm paying you both, huh, sweetheart?” he whispers gruffly against the shell of my ear.
I swallow, closing my eyes at the chill that sweeps over me.
He nips playfully at my earlobe, and I twist out of his hold, pushing him back.
“And the other two you've ever so kindly thrown from my schedule? Am I being compensated for that little decrease in my paycheck?”
His smirk drops, and seriousness finds me.
“You really think I wouldn't take care of my girl?”
Rage boils again. Most women would love to have a guy come into their lives and take care of them. But most women aren't me. Having someone infiltrate and rearrange my set schedule without notice only leaves me with an overwhelming sense of instability. I need to control my life. I need to control my money. I can't rely on anyone else who promises today and is gone tomorrow.
“That decision is not up to you, Decker.” I snap, emitting that boiling anger.
I dare him to say something back like,now I understand it.Now I get what Eric meant. This is how she is. A control freak who won’t let anyone else in. But he simply studies me for a moment before his eyes drop to the floor. I can almost hear him processing it. Understanding.
“My apologies,” he says softly, before his eyes wander back up to mine and his sorrowful grin softens me. “Won't happen again.”
I pause before sighing and feel myself calming. I give him a nod of truce before his mischievous grin stretches across his face again.
“C’mon. Stretch me, D,” he oozes as his tall, muscular figure casually walks backwards towards the large blue mat on the floor. “Payback for how I stretched you the other night.”
Back at it.
