Free Give Me Yesterday by K Webster

‘sexy librarian’ voice is a total turn on, right?”
    At this point, I’m so flustered I can’t think straight. Lucky for me, Darla returns at that moment and Chase is distracted. His entire countenance changes, becoming agitated and serious. I want to ask him about it, dig for the reason behind this change. But, that might prompt him to think he has been given the green light to do the same with me.
    Darla drops the can on the counter and turns to the register, tapping her fake nails on the side of the machine. Chase thumbs the counter with his knuckles impatiently. “I need you to open it, please.”
    She rolls her eyes and turns back to the paint can, prying it open, then placing her hands on her hips and raising a brow, her own impatience radiating. I want to snap at her to stop being such a bitch, but it’s Chase’s fight, not mine. So, I stay silent.
    He examines the paint, turning it right and left, inspecting it close to the swatch. Finally, he seems somewhat satisfied and returns the lid to the can.
    “That’s close enough.”
    Again with the eye roll—this girl is getting on my nerves.
    I put on my bitchiest, Ice Queen face and lean slightly forward, satisfied with my intimidation factor when she steps back awkwardly. “I sincerely hope that you are simply having a bad day and don’t treat all of your customers this way. Even so, your personal life should not affect your professional life. Now, I suggest you put a smile on your damn face and at least pretend you know what customer service is, and treat Dr. Monroe with some respect.”
    Darla blinks and then smiles tremulously. “Let me just seal that lid back up, Dr. Monroe. Will there be anything else for you today? Or for you?” She swallows and casts me a timid glance. “Ma’am?”
    “Nah, we’re good Darla, thanks.” Chase’s voice sounds weird, so I turn to look at him and see him struggling valiantly not to laugh. I narrow my eyes at him, daring him to let it out and ruin the intense atmosphere I’ve created.
    He purses his lips and turns back to inspecting the can of paint Darla has just placed before him on the counter. After paying, he thanks her with a brilliant smile and a wink. She blushes and I feel an odd, sharp sensation in my chest. A growing irritation at their interaction. I don’t like to see him winking at another female. I’m struck when I come to this realization. Holy shit, I’m jealous. Unacceptable Tor—Victoria.
    We leave the store and return to Chase’s sweet ride. Even for someone who doesn’t know much about cars, I understand the sex appeal of this one. It’s an orgasm on wheels and with Chase as its driver, the combination is lethal. The ride back to my office is quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence, without the aura of awkwardness I expected.
    He maneuvers the car into the drive and puts it in park. He turns to me and reaches out, tucking stray strands of hair behind my ear. “I’d walk you up, but I get the feeling I’ll have an easier time getting you to come over tonight if I don’t piss you off.”
    I almost laugh, but I focus, needing to make it clear that I will not be joining him this evening. Before I can get a word out, he sticks out his hand in front of me, palm facing up. I stare at it, not understanding the gesture.
    “Phone, babe.”
    He smiles at me and before I even realize what I’m doing, my phone is in his possession and he is tapping away. Then I hear his cell start playing “Highway to Hell.”
    Seriously?
    “Now you’ve got my number,” he says as he tosses my phone back to me. “What’s your address? I’ll pick you up tonight at seven.”
    I start to shake my head, but he cuts off any reply I might have made, “Nope, you’re not going to meet me at my house. I’m not giving you the chance to back out last minute. Besides, I don’t want you taking the train so late at night. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
    With a reluctant huff, I ramble off my address.
    Then he