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“Yeah, I’m late for work. Don’t come here again,” I tell him, and push past him to get into my car.
“I’m warning you man to man,” he swears. “Don’t go near her.”
With one leg in the car and one hand on the open door, I turn to face him. “There’s only one favour you can do for me, and that’s to fuck off. Leave her alone. The next time I see you hanging around my place, you won’t be as lucky as you are today. Now fuck off.”
As I slide into the car, he leans in close. “Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you.” I slam the door closed, and he barely moves out of the way in time. “You fucking prick. You almost took my head off.”
“Almost being the key word,” I call back, and put the car into reverse.
Thanks to him, I will no longer be a few minutes late. I’ll be twenty minutes late. Last night, my mind had been on what I was going to say to Imogen today, so I couldn’t sleep. Then I had been too exhausted to hear my alarm.
I want her. I want her so badly, I’m ready to go against the one person who believed in me. Who helped me out of a tricky situation.
All for her.
I can’t go a day without thinking about her. Not even alcohol can get rid of the taste of her. She thinks I only want a good time but she couldn’t be further from the truth.
Imogen is an uncontrollable force, and I made the mistake of trying to control the situation. In the end, all I did was make it worse. Iwasafraid to be with her, but now I’m afraid to lose her. This is a dangerous game we’re playing. I can’t just roll the dice and take a chance. My life could be turned upside down. She’s worth it right now, however this could just be the attraction of wanting something you can’t have.
That’s the chance I’m scared to take.
And Zach…
The crap he said about Imogen recording us whilst we were having sex is bullshit. She’d never do something like that. She may have a revengeful streak but only to those who deserve it. And she’d never bear the brunt of it, which is why I know she didn’t send Zach jack shit. She would know he’d post that shit all over social media.
I pull up at work, taking the first empty space I can find to park. She needs to know about this. I’ve met guys like Zach before. They are either scarily obsessed and get to a point of, if I can’t have you, no one will, or they feel like they are owed something and will do anything to get it. Both are dangerous as fuck. And Imogen is the target.
I get out of the car and lock it behind me. Scanning the carpark, I notice everyone is here. And the last time everyone was here together, a guy got fired. He fell asleep during a night shift and didn’t do the right checks. A woman’s home got broken into and she was beaten badly.
As I let myself in through the side door, there’s a lot of chatter coming from the main room. Everyone turns at my arrival and begins to clap and cheer like the greeting committee.
“Did I get stabbed again?” I ask, arching a brow.
“No, you’re fucking late. Again,” Evan replies. “Don’t make this a pattern.”
“Sorry. I had to get rid of an unwanted guest.”
He holds out a bin. “Pick a piece of paper out. It’s for secret Santa.”
“I thought we weren’t doing that again this year?” I voice, my gaze falling on Paul. His wife nearly divorced him last year because Dean—the new guy at the time—bought him lingerie and his wife thought he had been cheating. Evidently, Dean had swapped with another member of the team and they had pranked him and wrote Paula on the note.
“Yeah, well, there are new rules. Spend what you want but it has to be twenty pound or over. No getting any kind of underwear. No swapping and changing names,” Evan demands, his gaze falling on Levi. “Nothing that will cause distress to a partner, and for fuck’s sake, open it before you get home.”
Harris rubs his upper lip, hiding his amusement. “And if any of you fuckers get me, I don’t drink cheap fucking whisky.”
“Now get back to work,” Evan demands.
I run my gaze over the room, searching for Imogen. When everyone begins to break off from the huddle, I spot her hiding in the doorway to her dad’s office.
I shove the piece of paper into my pocket and make my way over. “We need to talk,” I whisper when I reach her.
She brushes past me, heading for the desk nearest her dad’s office. “We said all that needed to be said on Friday, when you came over to ruin my date.”
I scoff. “With Jackson? Please. You’re too good for him.”
She drops a pile of paperwork on the desk before moving on to the next. “Get lost, Ben. I’m working.”
“Oh no, you pissed her off already, Ben?” Levi teases.
