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I glance down at his fingers around my arm, then say, “Can you let go of me?”
“No.”
His reply shocks me and causes a frown to form on my forehead.
Dario looks around us, and the next second, he drags me across the street toward a Starbucks.
“Hey,” I snap.
“Just have coffee with me, then I’ll let you go.”
I glance over my shoulder to where his car is parked in a no-parking zone.
“They’re going to tow your car away,” I mention in the hopes that I can get out having coffee with him because I need to get my ass to work.
“I don’t care,” he mutters.
Once inside the warm coffee shop, I’m pulled to a table and practically shoved down in a chair.
I glare at Dario as he takes a seat across from me. “If you manhandle me again, I’m going to knee you in your balls.”
Much to my surprise, he lets out an amused chuckle. His eyes shine with a mischievous look, which makes me think he’s not taking me seriously.
“You won’t be the first guy I bring to his knees,” I mutter while crossing my arms over my chest.
“Tesoro, the day I’m on my knees in front of you, it will be because I’m eating your pussy and not because you managed to knee me.”
Holy shit.
My mouth drops open, and I can only gape at the man and his filthy mouth.
A triumphant smile curves his lips. “Good. Now that I have your attention, I have a few questions I need answered.”
My eyebrows lift, and I finally find my tongue again. “What makes you think I’m going to answer questions?”
His gaze narrows enough for me to know he means every word when he says, “I will tie you to that chair if I have to, but you’re not leaving here until I have my answers.”
“Geez, demanding much?” My body relaxes in the chair, and I glance at the menu on the wall. “I want a hot chocolate.” My eyes latch onto the display counter that’s loaded with all kinds of delicious desserts. “And I want a chocolate chip cookie and a slice of cheesecake. The dessert is to go for later.”
I want to give the cake to Tyrone to say thank you for always being there for me, and I might as well make Dario pay for it.
“If you make a run for it, I swear I will tackle you off your feet,” he warns me.
I wave a hand at the counter. “Just go get my hot chocolate.”
There’s a weary look on his face as he gets up, and as soon as he walks to the counter, I pull my cell phone out and send a quick text to Quincy, who’s the security guard at the company.
I’ll be thirty minutes late. A huge chocolate chip cookie from Starbucks is yours if you cover for me.
I glance at where Dario’s placing the order before my attention is pulled back to my phone as a message comes through.
Quincy: I got you covered.
I put my phone away and look at Dario again. It’s only now that I take a moment to drink in the sight of the man. Even though I’ve been avoiding him, I haven’t stopped thinking about him.
Or the kiss we shared.
I have to admit a part of me feels super flattered that he’s giving me attention.
