And there it was: questions that I didn’t want the answers to. I shouldn’t have asked.
And the fact that it pissed me off—him stalking other women and not only me—was proof that I was just as f****d in the head, if not more, than he was.
“More questions?” He teased me, knowing that his last answer had struck a nerve. But, I wasn’t one to let him win so I hid the nauseated look on my face as best I could.
“In fact, I have tons,” I said as convincingly as possible. I stood from my chair to prove a point, but the moment I was up and closer to him than I cared to be, I knew I’d f****d up. I stuttered, “What exactly do you do for a job?”
Malachi took the opportunity I’d inadvertently presented to him and was instantly at my side. He was so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of
