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“I think I’ve told you how I feel about you lying, Spitfire.”
“My back really isn’t that bad anymore. I actually have some painkillers in my bag. I was going to take them on the way home.”
“You’ll take them now,” Steele ordered, getting up from the sofa. “And you’ll sit.”
She thought it was wise not to argue.
No one will like you if you argue all the time.
Thanks, Nan. Although, this time, she thought that not arguing might be the best idea.
Winning a fight against Damon Steele seemed pretty impossible. He definitely looked like he’d fight dirty.
She moved to the sofa and sat as Steele disappeared into an attached bathroom.
“If she had stayed where I put her, then she’d already be sitting down,” Grady commented.
She wanted to glare at him and tell him she wasn’t a darn dog to be told to stay. But he was her new boss.
Be nice. You need this job.
Steele returned with a glass of water. She gave him a surprised look. Even Grady stared at him funny, so she knew this wasn’t normal.
“Where’s your bag?” Steele asked as he handed her the drink.
“Um, over here.” She turned to where it sat on the floor. But he got there first, opening her bag so he could search through it.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
“Looking for your painkillers.”
“You can’t just go through my handbag.” She gaped at him, aghast as Grady groaned and ran his hand over his face.
“Why? What do you have to hide?” Steele asked.
“I don’t have anything to hide,” she fired back. “But that still doesn’t mean it’s okay to go through a woman’s handbag. My handbag is my life. It’s private. It’s sacred. And it can only be held by a man when necessary. Like when you’re doing some shopping and you have your arms full of clothes and no room to hold your handbag. But still . . . it should never be breached by a man’s giant paws.”
Steele just stared at her for a long moment. Was that too much honesty? Then he shook his head and handed her the bag. “Get your pills out.”
She frowned as she searched through her bag and found the bottle. He took them from her, looking at the label.
“Steele,” Grady said warningly.
“These are strong. And they say that you shouldn’t take them on an empty stomach. Or while drinking alcohol. Have you done either of those recently?
“I don’t really like alcohol.”
And did a cup of noodles at lunchtime count as eating recently?
Please do not rumble, stomach.
“I’ll be fine.”
“You lying about being fine?” Steele asked.
“I think we should stop staying fine,” she suggested. “It’s starting to sound weird to me. Fine. Fine. Fine.”
“Okay, I think that’s enough,” Grady suggested.
