Page 113 of Hate to Love You
“I am? What time is it?” I say, cocking my head to the side as I appraise the man in front of me, one that still refuses to raise his eyes to meet mine.
“It’s ten, ma’am,” he says shortly.
Well... fuck.
I sigh, straightening my posture, waiting for him to look up at me, but as the minutes tick by the silence becomes deafening.
“I’m up here, darling, not on the porch,” I snap.
Clearing his throat, his eyes slowly meet mine, as sweat runs down his neck.
“I…Mr. Antonov said—”
“I do not care what Mr. Antonov said, you will look at me when you speak to me,” I finish for him, cutting off his stumbling as I glare at him, continuing I say, “Mr. Antonov is not here, so if you wish to talk to me, you will look at me, and show some fucking respect.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he says, looking up at me briefly, smiling weakly.
“There we go,” I grin. “Now, what is it you want?”
“Mr. Antonov sent me to collect you, as you didn’t arrive as you were scheduled to. For work.”
“Yeah,” I say sheepishly, running a hand through my hair. “I broke my phone.”
“Excuse me a moment,” he says with a nod.
Without moving from his spot, he pulls out his phone, before quickly bringing it to his ear.
“Boss, all is well. She said she broke her phone...yes...no Boss...of course, Boss.”
I open the door wider, causing Trevor to gulp, before casting his eyes down again. I can hear Roman yelling down the phone, tapping my foot, I interrupt the stumbling man before me.
“You can come in, you know.”
That causes more yelling from the phone in Trevor’s hand, and I have to fight the smile tugging at my lips.
Trevor flinches away from the receiver before shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Miss Wayne, I am instructed to remain outside.”
Grinding my teeth, I glare at him.
“You will come inside, and sit on that couch,” I say pointing behind me. “I need to shower, dress and get something to eat.”
“But Mr. Antonov said—”
“I do not care what Mr. Antonov said. You either come inside my house, and wait, or leave without me. I can always go back to bed.”
He silently stares at me, listening to whatever Roman has to say on the matter, before nodding his head and stepping forward.
“Excellent!” I clap my hands together, before closing the door behind him.
“Miss, Mr. Antonov would like an ETA on your arrival,” he says, his eyes apologetic.
“Tell him I’m not sure,” I shrug, turning for the stairs. “I’m moving slow, because I’m feeling a bit tender this morning.”
After my shower I step into my walk-in closet, pondering what to wear. After my skirt yesterday getting me fucked on Roman’s desk, maybe I should dress more... conservatively.
Pulling out a pair of dark gray pants, which I pair with a black long sleeve blouse I drop them onto my bed, before grabbing a pair of flats.
After tugging the pants on and buttoning up the blouse I stare at myself in the mirror, my eyes staring at my curves, and how the pants emphasize my ass, which feel tight against my sore skin.