Page 90 of Unsuitable

He pushes off the wall, so he’s standing upright. “Hello to you, too.”

I give him a look. “Hello. Now, what are you doing here?”

He tilts his head to the side. “I needed to use the restroom.”

“I meant, the club. But, whatever, the men’s room is back that way.” I thumb in the direction of it.

A smile tips the corners of his lips up. He folds his arms around his chest. The fabric of his shirt tightens around his biceps, and the veins in his forearms are visible…and looking very lickable.

But I don’t care.

Yeah, sure, you don’t, Daisy.

“Where’s your date?” he asks.

I have a sudden flash of guilt, my heart jumping, but suspicion quickly takes over.

I narrow my gaze on him. “How did you know I had a date tonight?”

He shrugs those amazing shoulders of his. “I’m the boss. I hear things.”

“Well then, you should know that my date was canceled because your horses got loose, and my date had to go round them all up.”

“Yeah. Shame that.”

Mother…effer.

“You sound real cut up about it.”

The corners of his lips lift, as does his shoulder.

My eyes narrow further. “It was you, wasn’t it? You let the horses out.” It’s not a question. I know he did. I can see it in his eyes.

Bastard.

He gives me an affronted look, but that bastard smile is still on his lips. “And why in the world would I have done that?”

“Who knows?” I throw my hands up. “To ruin my night? To piss me off? Who knows why you do the stuff you do? Probably because you get off on making my life miserable.”

Or he was jealous.

Over me?

Not likely.

I let that thought flitter away into the darkness.

He stares at me for a long moment before saying in a low, throaty voice, “Trust me, Daisy, when I say that what gets me off definitely isn’t making you miserable.”

Oh…wow.

But I don’t let his words affect me. I keep my expression fixed and my anger flowing. “No? So, you just like to make me miserable for fun then.”

Something changes in his expression, and his eyes drift away from me. “Do I really make you miserable?” His voice is uncharacteristically quiet.

I tighten my arms around myself. “Maybe not miserable…but I wouldn’t exactly say that you brighten my day either.”

Well, apart from when you were kissing me. But then you went and ruined that.