Page 615 of Summer Heat
Doing my best not to let my embarrassment show on
my face, I calmly walk around my two loyal human shields and head to the trailer.
I’m not going to engage. I am not going to engage.
I just keep chanting that to myself as I pass Tom. Security’s on the way. And I still have a meeting to get to. Nothing good will come from letting him have a continued platform so it’s time to nip this in the bud.
“Okay, show’s over,” I call out. “Everyone, get back to work.”
No one budges.
Though I appreciate that they’re feeling protective over me, I’m not used to my guys not listening to me.
“I mean it. We’re on the clock. If no one’s here to listen to him, he’ll eventually have to leave. So c’mon, back to work. Now.” Granddad made me practice my ‘outside voice’ for years. I don’t always use it, but I’m sure as heck using it now. Somewhere in between a bark and a bellow, it effectively tells my guys that I mean business.
Half of the workers start walking back over to their posts. Thank god.
As for me, I keep walking toward the trailer to get the blueprints I need.
I hear him call me bitch and a few other choice words, but I simply ignore him. The longer I ignore him, the more pissed he gets.
Until eventually, the dumbass comes rushing at me.
23
| JASON |
MONDAY
(Time: Too fucking pissed to know.)
I’m going to kill the motherfucker.
I don’t know what exactly happened before I showed up at the trailer looking for Summer, but all I know is Tom just shoved my woman, my fucking woman, and knocked her down.
He’s a fucking dead man.
But before I can get over there and slaughter the man in cold blood, I see Summer get up, give him a brief you-fucking-idiot look…and then ram the heel of her palm into his face.
Tom screams out in pain as blood starts gushing out of his nose.
God, I love this woman.
“I’ll sue you, you dumb bitch,” Tom cries out before turning to face me. “And I’m going to sue your ass, too!”
The crowd of workers part for me as I go over to check on Summer. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “I’m fine. I swear, Jason, I tried to walk away, but he came at me. He touched me first.”
“I know. I saw him. Just like every other guy here did. You’re totally in the right here, baby.”
“No, she’s not!” Tom spits out a mouthful of blood in Summer’s direction.
And it takes everything in me not to fucking beat the dumbshit to a pulp. “Did you call security already?” I ask her while keeping one eye on Tom.
“They’re on their way.”
I turn back to Tom. “You can go ahead and try to sue me, but I’ll countersue. You’re trespassing after your termination, you just assaulted my project manager, forcing her to defend herself, and quite frankly, you’re just wasting me a fuckton of money on a Monday.”
