We were in a small coffee shop in town as I sat there staring at Aydan and wondering why I had let him drag me into his car to here when I had so much work to do. I had to lie to Liav in order not to be sued for missing out on my work.
“Why did you bring me here?” my nostrils flared as I stared at Aydan who still seemed on edge about something. He looked at me then behind me and finally back at me.
“Do you want something to drink? Or maybe you want something or eat or maybe you want both?” Aydan asked instead of answering my question.
His back and forth was infuriating me. I had so much work to do that his attitude just wasn’t cutting it for me. I may like him, but that did not give him the right to treat me as if my opinion did not matter and as if I was inferior to him on all levels o
