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Her fingers had just settled onto the keyboard when her chair was ripped away from the desk. She needed to get a new chair -one without wheels. Chair wheels were not an issue before all these men appeared in her life. Now, everyone got her attention by wheeling her wherever they wanted.
Ben clamped down on the urge to bend her over his knee and warm her cute little ass. His traitorous mind filled with visions of making those sexy globes pink. Swallowing down the need, he cupped his hands around her face making her look at him.
“I am in charge,” Ben growled.
The sooner she learned that, the better off they would both be. Getting rid of the boyfriend wouldn’t be an issue. He already fucked up. If Angelina didn’t dump him, he would take care of that too. Quinn left for a reason. The man gave his blessing in a note. If that wasn’t giving him the go-ahead to make Angelina his, Ben didn’t know what was.
“What do you mean you are in charge? Do you realize I own this place?” Angelina gulped at the intensity staring back at her. The electricity snapping between them multiplied with his hands on her. She tried to remember all the things she should be focusing on, but the only thing that drew her was a pair of light blue eyes.
“Quinn put me in charge while he is away. I want to know where you are going before you leave and when you will be back.”
“Dad left?” Angelina reared back. She felt the loss of his hands immediately. “What do you mean he left? Like for the day to a doctor’s appointment? You let him drive himself?”
“He is a grown man.”
“You drove him home because he broke his leg.”
Ben stood there waiting for her to get to the point. Just because the man had a broken leg didn’t mean he was an invalid. Angelina didn’t need to know they modified his cast last night. Quinn could move enough to drive. Ben would name their firstborn after her father if he stayed away for a few weeks.
“So, it’s okay for a grown man to go wherever he wants whenever he wants, but it isn’t okay for a grown woman?”
“Not for you. Not when he asked me to look after you while he was gone.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and waited.
A smile threatened his gruff demeanor when her foot started tapping on the floor.
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“You know what,” Angelina spun her chair toward her desk. Grabbing her phone, she hit some buttons and waited, scowling at Ben while it rang. “I will just find out myself.”
“Everything okay, baby girl?” Her father answered. “I haven’t even made it out of state.”
“Where are you?”
“Left a note,” his voice cut out.
“Dad?” Angelina said, staring at her phone. The call dropped. Racing to the window, she saw his sleek house on wheels was gone. “What? He left. He left me here with a delusional drifter.”
Ben watched as the realization sank in. Angelina was alone with him. When he woke up this morning, he found a note from Quinn slipped under his door. After their discussion last night, Ben saw right through his emergency trip. It wasn’t an accident when Quinn’s phone rang, but Ben’s didn’t. Neither one liked the lawyer. He wasn’t good enough. He didn’t pay enough attention and brought another guy on a date with her. Then the guy sent her to another man’s house for dinner.
Angelina deserved better. He was in charge. He would see that she got it. Quinn’s warning stuck in his mind. This was his only shot, and the reminder not to mess it up was underlined twice in his sloppy handwriting.
This could not be happening. Angelina tried to center herself. After two breaths, she gave up. She needed something stronger than coffee to relieve the frustration this man caused. A clear head and a blunt object were the only way she could get him to understand he needed to be on his way. She wasn’t playing house with him until her father decided to come back from whatever trip he was on. This was not a dictatorship. Besides, if someone were going to be in charge, it would be her. Her name was on the deed, the light bill, and the taxes. All her responsibility. Nowhere did it say Ben Owen.
“Listen,” Angelina huffed. “I have no idea how you got this in charge idea, but here in the real world, that isn’t how it goes. You have an agreement of some kind with my father for the farm. I have no problem with that. You do your thing, and I will do mine.”
“You are my thing,” Ben growled. His patience was quickly thinning. “Quinn left. You’re stuck with me.”
“Are you injured? Mentally unstable?”
“No,” he grunted.
He had no idea where she was going with this. All he wanted was her schedule so he could plan. She couldn’t fall hopelessly in love with him if they didn’t spend time together. If she had stuff to do at home, that was perfect. If she was going somewhere, it was a sure bet he would know when she was leaving, who she was meeting with, and when she would be back.
“You do not have a head injury, correct?”
