Truly Madly Deeply (Forbidden Love, #1)

by L.J. Shen

“You visit the restaurant before you pick me up?” “Yeah. I get there at around ten, help with prep and inventory, staff meeting, marketing, then go back home for a quick shower before picking you up.” Then he stayed until we closed shop, at around midnight. “Do you have a life?” I blurted out. “A what?” He feigned confusion, walking over to a beige luxury kitchen and popping open an exotic quartzite drawer. He produced a first aid kit. “You hate the house, don’t you?” “Hate is such a strong word. I only hate political grifters and frosted tips as a hair trend. Even David Beckham couldn’t pull it off.” “Are you going to tell me what you think about this house anytime in the next century?” He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me over one of the two kitchen islands facing each other. Like a lightning strike, every hair on my body stood on end. To make matters worse, he didn’t let go of my waist while he pulled a wad of antiseptic wipes from a container. I wondered if he felt it too. Like he was brought to life by a simple touch. Calm down, girlie. He doesn’t like you. Just wants to make sure you don’t die on his property. “Should I check you for a concussion?” He scowled. “You haven’t said anything in over a minute. I’m starting to get worried here.” “The house is…modern.” I cleared my throat.