Chapter Eighteen
Alec came in one afternoon, growling under his breath about something with Mr. Grady. “I’m quitting,” he announced to me. “I’d rather be on the streets than work for him.”
“You’re really angry.” I noted the scowl and Alec’s penetrating eyes boring holes through me.
“Let’s do it, now,” he said, as demanding as he’d ever been.
“s*x? Now? The shop’s open,” I reminded him of the hour.
“Who the hell comes in here? You’re worried about customers?”
“There’s always the possibility.”
He came around the counter, and pinned me to the back wall, his face pressed to mine, his tongue probing. I tried pushing him back but he was more intent than I. And I was clearly responding to the advance on my s****l territory. He kissed me hard enough that it hurt. Half of me would have push
