Page 37 of Tormented
She sighs, her lips thinning into a tight smile. “You know that would never happen.”
“So then I stay away longer.” I shrug. “I can’t stay here and risk Mack and Ramona again.”
Her eyes darken, and she turns away, muttering something under her breath.
“What did you say?”
Dark hair fans out over her shoulder as she swings her head back my way. “Nothing.”
“No. You said somethin’ just now. What was it?”
“It’s not important.”
Like hell it isn’t . . . .
One step ahead of you, good buddy.
I get up, growing increasingly pissed off with her as she frowns, shutting me out. “Woman, you come into my room and then lie to me when I ask you what you said.” I crowd her, shoving my chin into my chest just to be able to see her so close in front of me. “That shit don’t fly here.”
She twitches, her foot moving ever so slightly backward. She’s staging to run.
I reach around her, forcing Abbey to crane her head back to avoid connecting with my chest, and swing the door shut.
“Now, Abbey-girl. Tell me what you said.”
“I said,” she hisses, “‘Who gives a fuck about Ramona?’ Satisfied?”
“Very.”
Intrigued, even . . . .
“Now tell me why you said it.”
“Because,” she says through gritted teeth, “I don’t like her.”
“Why? What the fuck she ever done to you?”
“More than her fake ass would have told you.”
“Try me,” I growl.
Her eyes narrow, her expression hard. “No.”
“Jesus, would you stop sayin’ that?” I step away and pace to the end of the bed before I lose my shit and throttle her.
Gosh darn, that would be some fun though, wouldn’t it . . .?
“It’s my right to say no when I want to, Sawyer.”
“But all the time?” I ask, fisting a hand in my short hair. “Every second word out of your mouth is ‘no.’”
“Because you’re asking me for things I can’t give!” she cries. “And besides, of all people in this godforsaken building, why would I choose you to share my secrets with?”
“Because I’m most likely to understand you.”
Careful . . . you’re starting to give a fuck . . . dangerous thing, that is . . . .
Fuck off.