Fisher: You’re with me today. We’ll leave in twenty minutes.

Someone might as well have said, “You’ve been found guilty. We’re executing you in twenty minutes.”

I wore my hair down to hide my face as much as possible. With not a second to spare, I dragged my feet up to the driveway and climbed into the truck, keeping my backpack between my legs on the floor instead of tossing it in the back where I might have accidentally made eye contact with Satan’s son.

“Morning.” I could feel his gloating expression. His amusement.

“Morning,” I mumbled, keeping my head down.

“Listen, there’s no need to drag your weekend to work with you on Monday. What happened, happened. No big deal. We move on.”

My head snapped up, jaw open. “No big deal? You molested me with your eyes! I wouldn’t call that no big deal.”

Fisher’s molesting eyes flared, a new kind of shock I hadn’t seen on him before. I may have spent the whole weekend letting my emotions build into something a little … explosive.

“You know what your problem is?”

My chin tipped up as my eyes narrowed. Yeah, I knew what my problem was … him.

“You need to get laid. And so help me, if you even think of telling Rory I said that, I will tell her everything.”

“I …” My jaw flapped a few times. I couldn’t believe he said it. If I would have had a hundred guesses as to what I imagined he thought my problem was, lack of sex would not have been on that list. “That … you …” My head wouldn’t stop shaking side to side. “I do not need to get laid. You need to stop being so crude. Some people take sex seriously, not like a game to play with anyone willing to have it with them. It’s supposed to be something beautiful between two people who love each other.”

“You’ve clearly never had an orgasm.”

“I have too.” Once, by accident. And it irked me that he had a way of keeping me on the defensive. I wasn’t proud of my accidental orgasm, but I felt the need to own it with him accusing me of needing one.

“Liar.” He smirked.

“You can’t call me a liar about this when you’ve known me for a few weeks. You don’t know anything about me and my past.”

“Did you give it to yourself or did someone else give it to you?”

“This … this is a stupid topic and really inappropriate. You’re my boss, driving me to work.”

“I’ll be your boss when we get there.”

“Then let’s go.” I faced forward and folded my arms over my chest.