Page 63 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“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.
I watched him disappear down the hallway before exhaling hard through my nose.
“He fine, but baby…” Denise said lowly beside me.
That made me laugh despite myself.
“See? Even Denise is tired of y’all,” Laila said, reappearing magically once the argument was over.
“I’m tired of him,” I huffed.
Laila laughed, “Yeah, okay.”
The workday stayed tense after that.
Around lunch, I walked into one of the finished units to check furniture placement when Vaughn walked in behind me, holding his phone.
“This table is too close to the window,” he said.
I looked over briefly. “It’s not.”
“It is.”
“It literally isn’t.”
He stared at the setup for another second before sighing.
“You always got an answer.”
“And you always got a complaint.”
He looked back at the table again. “Move it over a little.”
I rolled my eyes, but moved it anyway.
