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Dahlia blinked, letting his statement settle in. This was a strange turn of events. Now, he’s interested? Dahlia cleared her throat.
“My landlord scheduled a replacement for my bedroom window. The guy was supposed to come in the morning but didn’t show up until after four.”
“What’s wrong with your window?”
“Oh umm…it rotted out a few months ago, and one day, the glass just fell out.”
Trey’s fingers dug into her skin, inadvertently pulling her a little bit closer. They were on a fine line of too close by most workplace standards. I’m not complaining.
“You’ve been living with a broken window in your bedroom for a few months?” Trey scowled, and she couldn’t be sure, but she thought she heard a rumbling growl.
“Well, I have plastic covering it.”
His gaze hardened. “Plastic?”
“It’s thick.”
Trey’s jaw squared, and he angled his head, turning away from her, but she sensed she was angering him. He dropped his hand from her hip, and she instantly felt the loss but didn’t step away.
“They replaced it?”
His tone was even, but he seemed to be grinding his teeth. If he was the least bit annoyed with her current situation, he wouldn’t be happy with her response.
“It was the wrong size. He has to reorder one, but it should only take two weeks.”
Trey clearly did not appreciate that answer and stepped closer, caging her against the wall. “No. You’re gonna call your landlord tonight. You’re going to tell him you want that window replaced first thing in the morning.”
Dahlia shook her head but immediately stilled when Trey moved closer, crowding her space. “Yes, you will.”
“Okay, but I don’t think he’ll do it.”
“What’s his name?”
“Uh, Gerry Pruitt.”
“He’ll do it,” Trey said with so much confidence she almost believed him.
“Okay,” she whispered. He was standing too close. Dahlia could almost feel the heat of his body. This crush of hers couldn’t take much more. She didn’t trust herself. Trey wasn’t giving the usual signs of interest, but there was something between them. A chemistry. A desire. Or maybe it was all in her head. Wishful thinking? Dahlia didn’t trust her ability to read Trey. He was too complex and out of her league.
Dahlia pointed to the door. “Should I go now?”
Trey's gaze lingered over her face, trailing over her lips and down to her chest.
“Don’t wear your uniform on the bus.”
Dahlia blinked, scanning her cleavage on display. She didn’t have a problem with it, but maybe there was something about wearing it in public outside of the club. No one had told her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that was a rule.”
Trey leaned closer, and she sucked in a breath. “I don’t want you wearing your uniform on the bus.”
“Okay, I won’t,” she whispered, watching as he opened the door and straightened.
There was something behind his words. She expected the door to close behind her, but instead, he followed her out. Dahlia wracked her brain to come up with something else to say. Anything to prolong their conversation.
She walked two steps and jerked her head toward Sloane’s office door when she heard the shouting. She glanced back but couldn’t see inside.
“What the hell, Sloane? Giving your friend first dibs at the schedule?”
