Page 64 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

Vaughn stared at the wall for a second before looking back at me.

“You overruled it?”

“Yes.”

“Without talking to me first.”

I crossed my arms. “Because every time I try to talk to you lately, you act irritated.”

He frowned. “Maybe because you keep making decisions on my project without asking.”

“Didn’t you tell me that you didn’t pay me to ask questions?” I corrected automatically.

“That don’t mean you get final say.”

I looked around the room briefly before lowering my voice a little. “Vaughn, the material was approved already. It doesn’t make sense holding everything up over unnecessary delays.”

“You think everything unnecessary if it ain’t your idea.”

I blinked once.

Okay. He was testing me.

“And you think you own the room because you pay for it,” I shot back.

At this point, the workers probably needed therapy from dealing with us.

Vaughn took his shades off slowly, finally letting me see his eyes. They were low, red, and tired.

“You always gotta challenge muthafuckas?”

“No. Just you.”

“That’s a problem.”

“No, the problem is you keep hiring professionals and getting mad when they act professional.”

One of the workers suddenly got very interested in unpacking boxes behind us.

Denise looked exhausted already.

Vaughn stepped closer, lowering his voice enough that it felt more personal than professional now.

“You know what your issue is?”

I looked up at him. “Please enlighten me.”

“You need some dick, with your stuck-up ass.”

I laughed softly in disbelief. “I bet you wish you could give it to me. I would never.”

His eyes stayed on mine a second too long before he finally looked away first.

“Do ya job,” he muttered.

“Been doing that since I started, and you know that.”

He rubbed his beard again, clearly irritated, before walking off.