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He pushes to his feet, placing distance between me and the information I need when he co
He listens for long moments, his brow furrowed. “Okay. I understand. I’ll see you soon.”
He lowers the device, presses the screen to end the call, and places the cell back inside his jacket. “I’m sorry. I need to leave.”
“What?” I push to my feet. “You’re the one who wanted this. Not me.”
“Again, I apologize. It can’t be helped.” He gives me a sad smile, one that drips with satire. “Maybe we can reschedule.”
Reschedule?
This asshole has been stalking me, invading every inch of my privacy. And now he has the balls to fuck with me?
“Or maybe not,” he drawls. “Either way, don’t be a stranger.” He winks, and the gesture is so familiar I want to stab myself for doing it to him at the funeral.
He lured me here, provoking me, and I fell for it.
He starts for the door, dismissing me as if I don’t exist.
“What the hell was this, Cole?” I stalk after him. “Did you come here just to waste a few minutes of my day? Because I can assure you, it takes more than that to piss me off.”
“This hasn’t been a waste.” He keeps walking, only to stop suddenly before me. “Actually, before I leave, there’s one thing I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
I glare, my fury rising because I don’t understand his motive. He’s inspired a wealth of questions inside me only to deny me at the last second, and now he wants me to play nice?
He turns to face me, his brows tight as if he’s deep in thought. “Why do you insist on wearing those masculine pantsuits to work when the little black dress in the back of your closet would look ten times better?”
My stomach drops. It completely bottoms out.
Everything inside me hollows as I quickly realize this meeting wasn’t about misconceptions; it was purely about payback. His presence is entirely based on a threat.
He stares, waiting for a reply I can’t give. I won’t give.
I’m not going to release a breath of panic, or utter a word of fear. Not even when I picture him in my apartment. In my fucking closet.
“Forget it.” His eyes dance with mirth. His mouth kicks at one side. “I can see I’ve touched a nerve. But it’s definitely something you should think about. You’ve got great legs; you should show them off.”
I fight to keep my mouth shut, my shoulders strong, and my restraint locked tight.
I won’t falter.
I won’t show fear.
“Enjoy your day, little fox.”