Absolutely livid. How dare this man come barging into my home late at night and demand to be told who I was spending time with. Making sure he saw I was furious, I glared at him. “That’s none of your business.” “Of course it’s my business.” I narrowed my eyes even more. “Since when?” “Since when? What the hell is wrong with you? What’s going on?” “Why don’t you tell me?” “What are you talking about? I’ve had no women at my place late at night. What are you suggesting?” I took a moment to breathe. When I felt like I wasn’t going to pass out, I said, “My friend took me out to dinner because I lost my job--“ His eyes bulged. “You what?” “We saw you. With the bitch from the charity thing. Alexis.” “You lost your job?” he repeated. “That’s not the point. I. Saw. You.” I poked his chest. “With. Her.” “There’s an explanation for that.” He crossed his arms over himself and angled his head. “We weren’t on a date.” “Of course there’s an explanation.
