Free Wed to the Bad Boy by Kaylee Song Page B

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    “Where is she?” The sound of that voice put me on edge. I could hear it all the way across the rows and rows of cubicles.
    Greyson.
    I didn’t want to stand up. I knew that if I did, if I went to him, he would look at me and think I’d jump at his every beck and call. I had work to do. I had a shit ton of it, honestly. And I didn’t want his interference.
    So I sat there, and I let him come to me. I tried not to look peeved as he found my cubicle and glared at me.
    “I thought you were going to wait for me at home?” he asked his voice low.
    It didn’t matter, it still carried, and I was sure the entire office heard it. I blushed.
    “I had work to do.”
    The man furrowed his brow, actually furrowed it, at me.
    “Come on, we’re leaving.” Greyson grabbed my wrist and pulled me up to him, but I pulled back, staying exactly where I was.
    “I said I have work to do.”
    “And we have things to discuss, or would rather do it here?”
    This was the second time in one day that someone was trying to boss me around, and I was getting sick to death of it. I rolled my eyes and stood up, shaking him off of me.
    “I’m sick to death of men bossing me around. You can ask me to leave, you can wait until I’m done, you can do anything else, but you are not going to tell me what to do.”
    He reached out for me, but this time he was not nearly as gentle. His pull was rough as he grabbed my arm and tugged me into his own body.
    He intentionally, quietly, dipped his head down.
    “You need to reassess who in the fuck you think you are talking to. I’m not your family. I’m not like anyone you have ever known. You will come with me, and you will do it now.”
    Just the smallest trace of fear, mixed with arousal, flowed through me. I wasn’t finished with this argument, but what he said earlier resonated through me. I didn’t want my peers to be privy to my life outside of school. I was already enough of an outcast as it was.
    “Where do you want to talk about this?” he asked as he caressed my curves with his other hand.
    “Anywhere but here,” I admitted, my eyes low. I didn’t want to look into his or I might just snap.
    “Good.” He purred as he grabbed my backpack and led me down the hallway and out the doors.
    When we were finally outside I took in breath after breath of fresh air, gulping then in  through my mouth and counting to keep from being angry. To keep from melting away with embarrassment. My cheeks were flushed, and I could feel the anger blazing behind my eyes.
    I still didn’t say anything, I just waited until we got into the car and away from the school. I didn’t want anyone I knew to see or hear me like this. It was too much. It was too crazy. I was being pulled off of fucking campus by a mobster with a bad attitude. Practically kidnapped.
    What other fucking choice did I have?
    “What exactly are you hoping to accomplish?” I asked as I looked him over. That suit, those lips, that hair. Fuck. It was hard to even acknowledge him without being overwhelmed by my attraction to him.
    I watched his eyes glanced over me then back at the road.
    “I had a visitor today,” he said, his fingers gripping the steering wheel. “My father came by to let me know just what he thought of our relationship.”
    “Relationship?” I asked I thought it was just a couple of passion filled nights, but nothing more. Not until my uncle came by.
    He just shrugged.
    “I had a visitor too,” I admitted, chewing on the inside of my lip.
    “A certain uncle?” he asked.
    “Yeah. What options do we have?” I asked. I swear his jaw clenched once I said it, his teeth grinding before he dare speak.
    Was he seriously considering going through with it? Did he… did he want me? No, that wasn't it. He was upset about the situation. He had to be.
    “We don’t have any options, Joanna. As much as I fucking wish it wasn’t the case, it looks like you are stuck with me. At least for now.”
    Shit. He