The girl on the other end of the line snorted. “Got it. Should be ready in fifteen minutes. Can I get a name for the order?”
“Berg.”
“Got it. Thanks.”
They hung up, and Hannah smiled at me, shaking her head. “Basic bitch, huh?”
I shrugged. “Calling it as I see it.”
“You really didn’t need to do that.”
“Yes, I did. I’ll be back.”
Grabbing my keys from the entryway table, I left my apartment, taking the elevator to the underground basement. Slipping behind the wheel of my silver SUV, I drove onto thestreets of downtown Hartford. Flurries flew in the night sky, making the city look like a snow globe.
Executing my mission with efficiency, I grabbed the order and was back at the penthouse in no time. Opening the door, I found Hannah seated back on the couch, a crumbled bag on the coffee table.
It took a moment to process what I was looking at. “Did you eat all the chips?”
Hannah wasn’t even sorry. “What? I was hungry, and you messed up my order.”
Stunned, I dropped the bag containing her fresh quesadilla on the island. “Imessed up your order? You didn’t think to mention you wanted it a certain way, and it’smyfault?”
Standing, she put her hands on her hips. “Where I come from, it’s common courtesy to ask people if they want their food a specific way. You skipped that step, so yeah, it falls on you.”
There was a devilish twinkle in her blue eyes. She was baiting me. Hannah wanted me angry. She craved the heated, hate-filled sex we had.
Who was I to ruin her fun?
Slamming my hands on the countertop, I leaned into it. “Hate to break it to you,sweetheart, but the world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“Right. Because I’m just another basic bitch. Isn’t that what you said?”
“Well, what else would I expect from a spoiled daddy’s girl?” I shot back.
“Spoiled?” she sputtered.
“You don’t know how to survive in the real world. Your daddy had to get you a job.”
“Fuck you,” Hannah spat, her nostrils flaring.
I was so hard. Who knew fighting with Hannah was what I needed to get my blood pumping?
Gritting my teeth, I forced out, “I’m going to give you to the count of three before I paint your back porch red.”
Not even the least bit alarmed, she fucking laughed in my face. “Who talks like that? How old are you? Sixty? Bring it on, Grandpa.”
Without further warning, I lunged for her, and Hannah squealed, running away. She made it as far as the stairs when I tackled her to the ground.
Lifting her shirt over her bare ass, I made good on my promise, and she enjoyed every minute of it. Neither of us ended up eating our dinners, and we didn’t care.
That was the night I realized I was hooked on Hannah.
My mind wasn’t in the game. Not since the moment a substitute anthem singer walked onto the red carpet. I couldn’t stop wondering where Hannah was.
Swallowing my pride, I nudged Jaxon in the locker room during the first intermission. “Hey, do you know what the deal with the new singer was?”
Jaxon played it off. “I thought she was good, didn’t you?”
