Page 9 of When Love Takes Over
He released a deep breath, and I could tell he was annoyed.
“Is there anything you need in your car?” I shook my head. “Stay here.”
He released the handle of my suitcase and secured my duffel bag around it before reentering the building. About ten minutes later, a luxury vehicle turned into the parking lot, headed inmy direction, then stopped in front of me. Kenzo stepped out, grabbed my luggage, and went to his trunk. Once my things were inside, he went to the passenger side door and opened it.
“Get in.”
I frowned because his tone was a bit abrasive. He must have read my body language because he followed that up with, “My bad. Can you get in, please?”
I did as he asked, and he closed the door while I secured my seat belt. He slid behind the wheel seconds later, and we drove away from the building.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
“You hungry?”
“I ate breakfast and lunch at work, and I have enough money and snacks to get me by until Monday.”
“That’s not what I asked you.”
“I could eat.”
“Is there anything in particular that you have a taste for?”
“No.”
We rode in silence, and I focused my attention on the window. I noticed we were leaving the city, and I should’ve been concerned, but I wasn’t. The Goode family had a great reputation, so I wasn’t concerned for my safety, although I did wonder where we were headed.
“Are you going to fire me?” I asked without looking in his direction.
“No, but I do want to know how you found yourself in this situation.”
“I told you.”
“Nah. You didn’t. I want details.”
I finally looked in his direction, and he kept his gaze on the road, not even glancing my way for a second.
“Why do you need details?”
“Because I’m about to help you, so I think I’m entitled to them.”
For the second time tonight, I frowned at this gorgeous man.
“I didn’t ask for your help.”
I folded my arms across my chest while mean-mugging him.
“I don’t care about your attitude. You were about to spend the weekend sleeping on the floor in your office inmybuilding. It can be a fireable offense if that was the route I wanted to go. I want to help you, but not only for tonight. If you don’t tell me how you got to this point, I don’t know how I can help.”
My frown disappeared. I had no reason to have an attitude with this man. He was helping me and didn’t have to do that.
“I’m sorry. This situation is embarrassing enough without you knowing all the details, but if that’s what you want, I can share.”
“I promise not to judge you. We’ll be at the restaurant soon and can talk more while we eat.”
I nodded and turned back to the window. About twenty minutes later, I noticed we were in Orland Park. He turned into the parking lot of a small plaza where a few businesses were located. He parked and turned the car off, so I reached for the handle to get out.
“I got it,” he said before I could open the door.
