Page 83 of Embriagado

“They’re comfortable.”

He clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. “I never understood this trend of going out of the house in pajamas.”

That made me huff. “They’re just pants.”

“No, they’re not. They’re a disaster. Never wear them in my presence again.”

Is this dude for real? Half the world was wearing joggers.

Shoving my hands into my pockets, I grinned. “Technically, I’m off the clock right now, so you can’t tell me what to do or wear, asshole.”

His eyes shot to mine, one brow raised. “For a change, we had a good start. Do not ruin it by getting on my bad side.” His nose scrunched up, as if talking to me made him ill.

It pissed me the fuck off, ’cause ain’t no way this murderer was better than me, and angry, I clenched the knife in my pocket. I wasn’t about to use it—hopefully—but for now, it was a way to let out this stress.

Still looking at me like I’d shortened his life span, Ariyan tsked.

“Follow me. We have places to be.”

Without saying another word, he started walking, with me right behind him.

“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to catch up to his pace.

“You’ll see.”

“Are you going to kill me there?”

“Perhaps.”

“You’re sick in the head, you know?”

“Why? Because I enjoy imagining a bullet going through your brain, creating one bloody mess?”

I grimaced at the vivid picture.

“You sure put a lot of thought into it, didn’t you?”

“Please.” He huffed. “You’re not important enough to catch even a fraction of my thoughts—oh, Miss Taylor,” he called to the girl working at the reception desk before walking over to her, leaving me behind to stare daggers at his back.

Not enough to catch a fraction of his thoughts? Sick motherfucker. All I could think about was him while he saw me as nothing more than the shit smear on his fancy shoes. Also, why couldn’t he speak like a normal human being for crying out loud? Half the time, I didn’t understand what he was even saying. But maybe it was for the better because something told me he was just insulting me with words I didn’t know.

“Mr. Rivas, what are you doing over there? I thought I asked you to join me,” he said with a big-ass smile.

Oh, when there are people around, he’s suddenly nice, huh?

“Sorry, boss, I was trying not to occupy your thoughts with my presence.”

He was still smiling, yet I could see the loathing burning in those golden eyes of his, and it was good enough for me. Telling the chick at the reception desk good night, I then followed Ariyan to the parking lot, where he stopped before his bike.

“Ain’t no way I’m getting on this shit again,” I snarled as he grabbed his helmet.

Last time he gave me a ride, I nearly shat myself.

He huffed a laugh, and the mean sound made me frown.

“What?” I scoffed.

“What made you think you’re getting a ride to begin with?” He got on his bike, my eyes locking in on his ass as he settled down.