“Aren’t you?”
“I’m not. And I don’t live with my parents. I need this job to pay my bills.”
Should he believe her? Probably not. And yet, he did.
“All right, you can keep your job. But you need to do as you’re told.”
“As I’m told?”
“Yes, cut the sass.” He lightly grasped hold of her jaw.
“You shouldn’t touch me.”
“There’re a lot of things I shouldn’t do. But this is my world, my rules. You understand? You can leave now and I’ll never touch you again. Never try to find you. It will be like we never met. Or you can stay and abide by my rules.”
“So basically, I can leave and lose my job or stay and put up with you thinking you own me?”
“Pretty much.”
He waited for her to storm out. Hell, if she was feeling brave, she might even decide to complain about him to the cops. Still, he did
