The Obsessed With Him Series: Complete Box Set (A Bad Boy Romance) by Hannah Ford Page A

forced to deal with me.
    “No, you’re not,” I said.
    “Jesus, Olivia, you sound like a child.”
    “I sound like a child?” I said. “You’re the one you ran out of here when you found out I was a virgin. Talk about childish and immature.”
    His hand tightened around the glass he was holding and I saw something akin to fury blazing in his eyes. But what did he think? That I was just not going to bring it up? Now that my immediate medical concerns had been taken care of, I was pissed.
    How dare he send me such horribly mixed signals? He’d dressed me up in this skimpy outfit, he’d made it perfectly clear that he liked what he saw, and then he started kissing me, touching me, making me crazy with want for him.
    And then once I decided to give him what he wanted, he stopped. Just because I was virgin? Talk about fucked up.
    “I did you a favor,” Colt said. He took another long pull of his drink, draining the glass. “You don’t want your first time to be with me. Trust me.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because you just don’t.” He closed his eyes tight, and bent over the bar, resting his hands on the side as he hung his head for a moment. His broad shoulders looked tensed and knotted, and I had to resist the urge to go over there and comfort him.
    I thought about what I’d seen in the office earlier, how I’d heard him fighting with his uncle, how Colt had slammed his hands against the desk. He looked like a lost kid now, instead of the sexy, confident man who’d held my hips earlier while I’d danced for him, telling me how to move, how to undress for him.
    I took a step toward him, no longer able to keep myself from trying to provide some comfort to him the way he’d just done for me.
    But before I could, Colt turned around.
    “Okay,” he said. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re done as a cocktail waitress.”
    “So you said.” I tipped my chin in the air. “I want to be paid for my time.” It was only fair. I’d worked here for the night, I should get the money that was due to me. I wondered how much it could be. A hundred bucks? A hundred bucks could last me a while. A hundred bucks was enough for a food and a few nights in a cheap motel until I could figure out what to do next.
    “No.”
    “No?” I blinked at him in disbelief. “That’s illegal.”
    “You’ll get paid at the end of the week, for the week.”
    I shook my head. “What are you talking about?”
    “You’ll be my secretary.”
    “What?”
    “I don’t want you working here as a waitress. It’s too dangerous. You can work in the office with me. I need someone to help with the paperwork.”
    “No.” I shook my head. I didn’t need his pity. I didn’t need some stupid job he’d just invented. Paperwork! What did he think I was, some kind of accountant?
    “Yes,” Cold said, undeterred by my protests. “You’ll stay with me. At my apartment. When you have enough money saved, we’ll talk about you getting your own place.”
    My eyes widened. “We’ll talk about me getting my own place?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m not your prisoner.”
    “Until I can make sure you’re safe, you are.”
    “Why?” I asked. “Why are you so determined to make decisions for me?”
    He crossed the room in two long strides. He took my hands in his and turned my wrists over, running his fingers over the bandages. “Because I’ve never been so scared in my life as when I saw you lying here on the floor. And because for some strange, fucked up reason, I can’t seem to stay away from you. I have the need to protect you.”
    Emotion flooded my chest, and I forced myself not to look at him. I knew if I looked at him, I wouldn’t be able to say no. And I had to say no. I had to. Because if I didn’t, I was afraid of what would happen.
    “Olivia,” he breathed. “Olivia, look at me.”
    I was powerless. I raised my eyes from the floor, and he reached out and smoothed my hair from my forehead.
    He leaned his forehead against