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“Where’s your car?” Trey asked.
Dahlia kept her eyes on his car. “I don’t have one.”
What the…
Trey jerked his gaze to her face. “What do you mean you don’t have one?”
His question seemed to spark something in her, jerking her out of her daze. Dahlia pulled away and shouted, “Exactly what I said, Trey! I don’t have one!”
Ah, there’s the fire. Trey knew she had it in her, but she’d never shown her claws until now. As much as he could appreciate it, the last thing he needed was to bring attention to either of them on the street.
“Lower your voice,” Trey demanded.
Dahlia flinched but obediently complied, though her eyes sparked. She may have done what she was told, but she didn’t like it.
“That’s not what you told me at your interview.”
“I lied.”
His gaze hardened, and he snapped, sending her back a step. “Why?”
She gasped. “Why are you yelling at me?”
“I’m not yelling. I’m inquiring.”
“Really? Because it feels like you’re yelling. Maybe you should take your own advice and lower your voice, Trey!”
For a woman who claimed to be unable to go head-to-head with him during her interview, she had no problem now.
“Dahlia.”
There was a small stretch of silence.
“I was embarrassed when you questioned me.” Dahlia stepped around him and started down the dark lot. “But now? After what you just did back there, I don’t care because I don’t give a shit what you think of me. I can’t believe you got me fired! Who does that?” Dahlia stormed to the end of the curb, glancing down either side of the street. Coincidently, she stopped directly in front of his car.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bus stop.”
“Busses don’t run this late.”
“Shit,” she muttered, dragging her hand through her hair. “Then I’ll just wait for Gia’s shift to end in a few hours.”
No. “I’ll give you a ride.”
Dahlia snorted, glancing back at him. “No, thank you. Nope, absolutely not. No way. You’ve done enough for me tonight to last a lifetime.” Dahlia’s tone was laced with venom.
The bite in her tone shouldn’t have been amusing, yet somehow he liked it. Every interaction with her had shown her submissive side. Trey wouldn’t complain. He got off on it, especially with her. But there was something intriguing and sexy about her stubbornness.
Trey leaned forward, opening the car door. “Get in the car.”
“No.” She hurried her steps but only made it past the entry of the club. He grabbed her wrist, leading her back to his car.
“Dahlia,” he growled out between clenched teeth, tightening his brows in a deep scowl.
“I don’t want to get in your car, Trey, and you can’t make me.”
Trey leaned closer and heard her sharp intake of breath. “I can’t?”
