She shook her head. “No. I’ll be fine. I’ll be at work so stop worrying about me.”
“As long as you continue to lie to me, I’ll continue to worry.” I tossed my billfold on the counter and started toward the door. “Buy yourself a ball gown. You’re going.”
I heard the slap of her small feet on the marble flooring as she flew across the room toward me. When I turned toward her, she shoved my billfold into my chest.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You are.”
“I have to work.”
“And I’m your boss, and I say you don’t have to work.”
“Oh my God you’re so annoying! What will people think?”
“They’ll think I’m the fucking boss and I have the final say.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. Take your money.”
I’d enough with the bullshit. Although I had to admit that her strong will and her refusal of me was a turn on, I wasn’t willing to back down on this one.
I wanted her there.
Therefore, she would be going.
“Either you’re ready when I come to pick you up on Saturday, or you can expect an impromptu visit from Officer Johnson with a nice pair of shiny handcuffs. It’s either the charity event with me or a night locked behind bars safely. Got it?”
Then I turned and left her with her mouth hanging open in shock.
I was a fucking asshole, but I was an asshole who was going to get what he wanted.
