“Jake … It shouldn’t have happened; we crossed a line.” I plead, trying to make him see sense, trying to stop this fiery conversation and get back to something lighter.
“And there she is! Right back to square one.” The sarcasm thick in his tone. His body stiffening in his seat.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I turn to him angrily.
“Anytime you get close, Emma, even a hint of letting go, you snap right back in and shut the door. No conversation. No acknowledgment of it, just wham. Over!” He barks at me, all hope of not fighting out the window and my emotions tank.
“What?” I hiss with a sardonic laugh. “Because I won’t sleep with my boss? I’m not letting myself go? That’s being closed off?” I turn away, anger flaming my face, completely furious now.
Fuck you, Carrero. Why is it always
