Chapter 36
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
ELODIE
I know my eyes are puffy. They’re probably swollen as hell, too. I don’t care, though. All I know is that I am going to work after not hearing a word from Coast all evening. Not a text, not a call, nothing.
And now I have to go to his little clubhouse, clean it top to bottom, and pretend nothing happened. But something happened. I fell for him, and he doesn’t give a shit about me, plus he’s got my key.
“This is such a clusterfuck,” I grind out as I grip the steering wheel tightly, staring out the windshield.
“You are a bad bitch,” Alex interrupts the silence.
I turn my head, and my gaze meets his. His lips are curved up into a grin. I shake my head from side to side, my eyes filling with unshed tears. I am not a bad bitch, but I do love that he says I am. Even if it’s not true at all. I am not a bad bitch. I never have been.
Sucking in a deep breath, I nod once. “I am not a bad bitch,” I whisper, “but I love that you think that.”
He snorts. “You are, and you’ll see it. I should make you say it, but I want to get this shit done and over with so we can leave. Less than fifty cleanings to go.”
“Less than fifty, and no more extra jobs, no matter how well they pay,” I say.
“Agreed, if you can stick to that anyway.”
I open my mouth to ask him what the hell he means, but he doesn’t say anything else. He opens the car door and unfolds, closing it behind him. Slowly, my gaze shifts over to the front door of the main building. I inhale a deep breath, I let it out, and murmur to myself as I open my own car door.
“I’m a semi-bad bitch.”
And that is what I repeat more than once as I gather my things and walk into the clubhouse, hoping like hell he’s not here but also wanting him here and wanting to hear him grovel. I want to watch as he levels me with a gaze and tells me just how he feels about me.
That he wants to keep me—forever.
My stupid heart still has hope. I should have known this was a mistake, a huge one. He is a man, one who has been around and one who is very clearly an alpha. He knows exactly what to say to make someone want him, to make someone like me just spread their legs for him.
And I did it.
Happily—willingly… eagerly.