World's Worst Boyfriend by Carina Taylor

Author:Carina Taylor [Taylor, Carina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Taylor

Chapter Fourteen

Saidy

“I figured since you didn’t like the supply closet, that you’d rather talk here,” Fletcher said after I stopped screaming. He looked incredibly comfortable sitting on my couch.

“Right after I kill you.” I stomped past him into the kitchen to make some tea. “Are you stalking me?”

“No!” He stood up and followed me. He pulled the blue light glasses from his face and set them on the counter. “I was meeting someone else there. I didn’t know you would be at the bar.”

“A likely story,” I muttered, pulling my eyes away from the muscles flexing on his forearms.

He leaned forward and planted a hand on the countertop. Those muscles were doing a happy dance again. “Who dropped you off just now?”

I ignored him and asked, “Where’s your car and how did you get into my house?”

“I asked you a question first.” His voice carried a note of authority he’d never used on me before—well, except that one time when I was cheating at game night. (Sue me. I suck at Monopoly.)

“Why are you in my house?” I shut off the water and set the teapot down on the counter, clicking it on to boil the water.

Opening another cupboard, I tried to reach the extra boxes of tea on the top shelf. Climbing onto the counter to reach, I dug around until I found a box of sleepy lavender tea.

I yelped when Fletcher lifted me off the counter and set me on the ground.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Why don’t you use that step stool I bought you?” He pointed to where it leaned against the side of the fridge.

Out of habit, I grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and set a tea bag in each one.

“Where’s your car?” I asked again, not wanting to acknowledge his desire to keep me safe—or the warm, fuzzy feeling it invoked in me.

“I parked on the other street and walked down the alley,” he said as he pulled the honey jar from the cupboard and set it next to the teapot.

“Why didn’t you want me to see you parked here?” I asked as I took the spoon he passed me.

“It wasn’t you I was worried about,” Fletcher mumbled. “Now, who dropped you off?”

I poured the water into the cups, adding honey from the jar. “Sullivan. The same man you were doing a job for the other day. Remember him?” The sarcasm rolled off my tongue like the honey off the spoon.

“I saw him talking to you at the restaurant. How did you two originally meet?” Fletcher ground out through a clenched jaw.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because it does. And you let him give you a ride home. Do you have any idea how unsafe it is to climb into the car with a stranger?” His voice was climbing steadily.

“Quit treating me like a child, Fletcher. I’ve known him for a couple weeks. I was tired of being at the restaurant with the girls. I wanted to go home. Sullivan was kind enough to bring me.

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