wheel and put it into gear. He did not look at her; she knew because she was staring at him.
“All right.”
Other than her giving him her address, neither of them said anything on the drive to her house. She did not say anything when the car stopped, but opened the door and ran to the house before he had the key turned off. She was inside with the door shut when she heard him walking up the stairs to the porch.
Ronnie stood there with her back to the door and waited for him to knock, to demand to finish what they had started in his car. But he did nothing, and soon she heard the car start again and. When she looked out, he was gone.
~CHAPTER 8~
Ronnie was watching television with Austin when the phone rang later that night. She thought it was probably Ben. She began picking up their empty popcorn bowls to take them to the kitchen.
Ben had had to stay overnight at the hospital because they were concerned about the large bump on his head. When he had slipped on the ice at the market, he had hit his head on the parking sign. Austin answered the phone, and then handed it over to her with a grimace.
“Hello?” She had no idea who it could be; it was nearly ten o’clock and everyone she knew was here or at the hospital.
“Who was that who answered the phone? Why the hell do you have someone there this late?” The voice was snarled and angry and she was not sure who it was at first.
“Mr. Grant?” His growl made her nipples harden.
“It’s Devin, damn it. And you didn’t answer my question. Why is there a man there with you at ten o’clock at night?”
“It’s his house.” She did not understand his wanting to know at first, and she was not happy with his tone either. What right did he have to question how she lived her life?
“You live with a man.” It was not a question, but she answered anyway.
She looked over at Austin, who was shaking his head at her. When she raised a brow in question, he sliced his finger across his neck. She wondered if he wanted her to hang up or shut up.
“Yes, two of them, as a matter of fact. Again, what business is it of—”
“The reason I’m making it my business is because I nearly had sex with you today. I had your nipple in my mouth and you came all over me. Were you planning to tell me, or them for that matter? What sort of person are you? Or do they already—”
As his voice grew with each word, so did her temper. She had learned to keep a tight rein on her redhead temper, but he had pushed her buttons just one time too many over the past few days.
“Listen here, you arrogant son of a bitch. I did not ask for you to come get me today, nor did I offer my nipple or any other part of my anatomy to you. I wanted to take the fucking bus, and, in fact, insisted on it. But oh no, the high and mighty Devin Grant had to have his way, because to you I’m too stupid to know what I want. Well fuck you! I will work for you until I have my results back and when they come in, I’m going to be out of there so fast it’ll make your pretty head spin, you maniacal, chauvinistic asshole. Do not call me again, do you hear me?” She pushed the end button on the phone and screamed. Her body was pulsing with anger and she felt her heart pounding with it.
“Throw it.”
Austin startled her; she had completely forgotten he was there. She looked at his grinning face.
“I find cordless phones to be a major frustration too when you can’t slam it down in the cradle when you hang up. I miss those days. So I just throw it at the wall—just don’t hit the television. Ben will be pissy enough as it is without taking his soaps away from him. Throw it, Ronnie. I’ll replace it.” And she did just that. It hit the far wall with a resounding crash. Pieces of the receiver flew everywhere and a small dent in the wall board had a long piece of wire embedded into it. Looking at the mess she had made and the dent in the wall, Ronnie sat down on the couch and burst into tears.
“I
“All right.”
Other than her giving him her address, neither of them said anything on the drive to her house. She did not say anything when the car stopped, but opened the door and ran to the house before he had the key turned off. She was inside with the door shut when she heard him walking up the stairs to the porch.
Ronnie stood there with her back to the door and waited for him to knock, to demand to finish what they had started in his car. But he did nothing, and soon she heard the car start again and. When she looked out, he was gone.
~CHAPTER 8~
Ronnie was watching television with Austin when the phone rang later that night. She thought it was probably Ben. She began picking up their empty popcorn bowls to take them to the kitchen.
Ben had had to stay overnight at the hospital because they were concerned about the large bump on his head. When he had slipped on the ice at the market, he had hit his head on the parking sign. Austin answered the phone, and then handed it over to her with a grimace.
“Hello?” She had no idea who it could be; it was nearly ten o’clock and everyone she knew was here or at the hospital.
“Who was that who answered the phone? Why the hell do you have someone there this late?” The voice was snarled and angry and she was not sure who it was at first.
“Mr. Grant?” His growl made her nipples harden.
“It’s Devin, damn it. And you didn’t answer my question. Why is there a man there with you at ten o’clock at night?”
“It’s his house.” She did not understand his wanting to know at first, and she was not happy with his tone either. What right did he have to question how she lived her life?
“You live with a man.” It was not a question, but she answered anyway.
She looked over at Austin, who was shaking his head at her. When she raised a brow in question, he sliced his finger across his neck. She wondered if he wanted her to hang up or shut up.
“Yes, two of them, as a matter of fact. Again, what business is it of—”
“The reason I’m making it my business is because I nearly had sex with you today. I had your nipple in my mouth and you came all over me. Were you planning to tell me, or them for that matter? What sort of person are you? Or do they already—”
As his voice grew with each word, so did her temper. She had learned to keep a tight rein on her redhead temper, but he had pushed her buttons just one time too many over the past few days.
“Listen here, you arrogant son of a bitch. I did not ask for you to come get me today, nor did I offer my nipple or any other part of my anatomy to you. I wanted to take the fucking bus, and, in fact, insisted on it. But oh no, the high and mighty Devin Grant had to have his way, because to you I’m too stupid to know what I want. Well fuck you! I will work for you until I have my results back and when they come in, I’m going to be out of there so fast it’ll make your pretty head spin, you maniacal, chauvinistic asshole. Do not call me again, do you hear me?” She pushed the end button on the phone and screamed. Her body was pulsing with anger and she felt her heart pounding with it.
“Throw it.”
Austin startled her; she had completely forgotten he was there. She looked at his grinning face.
“I find cordless phones to be a major frustration too when you can’t slam it down in the cradle when you hang up. I miss those days. So I just throw it at the wall—just don’t hit the television. Ben will be pissy enough as it is without taking his soaps away from him. Throw it, Ronnie. I’ll replace it.” And she did just that. It hit the far wall with a resounding crash. Pieces of the receiver flew everywhere and a small dent in the wall board had a long piece of wire embedded into it. Looking at the mess she had made and the dent in the wall, Ronnie sat down on the couch and burst into tears.
“I
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