Page 48 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

Of course.

I was already irritated, on the second day of my period, starving, and needing coffee. I stared at it for a second, hoping it would magically fix itself.

I grabbed my phone and texted Laila, knowing she was already at the site with the crew, and it was miles away.

Me: Got a flat. Can you get me?

A few seconds later:

Laila: I got you.

I exhaled, leaning back in my seat.

Another text came through from her.

Laila: She already busy. I’m on my way. – V

I frowned immediately.

Me: Give Laila her phone back. You’re so unprofessional.

I sent another right after.

Me: If you come get me, Laila is fired.

Three dots popped up.

Laila: LOL yeah right. I’m on my way.

I huffed, tossed my phone in the passenger seat, then grabbed it again and stepped out, sitting on the edge of the hood. No point in sitting there getting more irritated.

Forty minutes later, I heard his car before I saw it.

His loud ass Hellcat pulling up, music blasting.

I stood up, already annoyed.

He pulled beside me, leaned over, and pushed the passenger door open.

“Get in.”

I looked at him. “You could’ve turned the music down.”

He didn’t move to touch it. Just looked at me. “You need a ride, don’t you?”

I got in.

As soon as I sat down, I saw my coffee in the cup holder. And a bag.

He nodded toward it. “Ya girl said this’ll make you happy.”

I grabbed the drink, took a sip, and closed my eyes for a second.

That helped.

I reached into the bag and saw my usual sausage croissant.

“Thank you,” I said, calmer now.