I’m so fired.
His black eyes move over me. I see a flicker of humor in them.
He’s laughing at me.
Bastard.
“Daisy. Good morning. Or maybe not, as the case might be for you.”
I bite my tongue so hard that I draw blood, tasting metallic in my mouth.
I’m gonna…I’m gonna…
Walk away.
It’s either that or punch him in the throat, and I don’t think punching my boss would be a good idea. It’d be my fast pass back to prison.
And I really don’t want that.
Jesse. Think about Jesse.
Jaw locked, I swivel on my toe and walk through the open gates.
I’m speed-walking, sticking to the edge to keep out of the way of his car for when he drives past me.
My hands are balled into fists. And I honestly feel like I could cry.
I like to think of myself as strong and capable. But, right now, I just feel torn up with emotions.
I miss my brother. I hate my boss. I’m soaked, and I’m about to start my period. So, yeah, I’m feeling a tad emotional.
I hear his car roll up behind me, and it drives straight past me, just like I expected him to.
Because it’d be too courteous to offer to drive me the rest of the way.
Arsehole.
Gritting my teeth, I stomp the rest of the way to the house, my trainers squelching. All the while, I imagine strangling Kas-hole with my bare hands.
As I approach the house, I see the front door is open, and Kas-hole is standing there, looking all dry in his dark blue jeans and V-neck jumper.
He looks hot—as much as I hate to admit it.
I hate that he’s a good-looking bastard.
Jaw clenched, hands balled at my sides, I come to stop in the porchway.
“Dry off before coming inside.” He holds out a towel to me. “I don’t want you dripping all over the floor.”
Um…what?
I stare at him in shock.
He blankly stares back at me and gestures for me to take the towel.
Argh! I hate this guy!
I have to stop myself from reminding him that, if I make a mess, I’ll be the one who cleans it up anyway.
Ignoring him, I drop my bag to the floor and pull off my trainers. Barefoot on the cold floor sends shivers running up my legs. Unzipping my raincoat, I yank it off and drop it on the floor by my bag. Leaving me in just my wet dress.
Shivering and not looking him in the eyes, I reach out and pull the towel from his still-outstretched hand. I bring the towel to my face, patting it dry. Then, I run it over my arms and bare legs, drying them off. Reaching back, I tug my hairband out. Gathering up my hair, I squeeze the water out of it and then rub the towel over it.
When I’m done, I make the mistake of looking at Kas.
He’s staring right at me.
But, for once, he’s not looking at me with distaste.
The look in his eyes…it’s intense.
I can’t remember anyone ever looking at me like this before. I feel like he’s stripping me bare.
A tug of need pulls at my lower belly, surprising the hell out of me.
And I suddenly don’t feel so cold anymore.
His stare is heating me up from the inside out.
What the hell is this?
How can I be feeling…whatever I’m currently feeling for him? I hate him.
But, apparently, my body missed the memo on that one because she seems to quite like him at the moment.
“Mr. Matis…” I whisper his name, not sure why or what I hope to achieve by doing so. I’m beyond surprised at how breathy my voice sounds.
And it’s the sound of my voice that seems to bring him back to life. I watch as his expression shuts down. His brows draw together in a frown of disdain, and without a word, he turns on his heel and strides away.
Okay. What the effing hell was that all about?
I’m putting it down to me not having had sex in a really long time. My body and hormones just saw
man
and got confused for a moment.
That definitely will not happen again.
On a sigh, I bend and pick my raincoat up before shaking the water off it. I pick my shoes up and walk into the house, shutting the door behind me.
I head straight for the utility room and hang my coat over the clothes airer. I put my trainers into the dryer.
My dress and underwear are soaked. But there’s nothing I can do. I don’t have anything to change into. I’ll just have to wear them and hope they dry while I work.
First though, I need to sort my hair out.
Taking my bag with me, I head to the downstairs bathroom. Locking myself inside, I stare in the mirror.
I look like a drowned rat.
I get my hairbrush out and brush the knots out. Then, I tie it up into a messy bun. Stashing my hairbrush back in my bag, I unlock the door and let myself out.
My feet slam to a halt when I see Kas standing on the other side of it.
“I brought you something to wear.” He gestures to my wet dress and then holds out a red polo shirt and a pair of jodhpurs. The polo shirt has
Matis Estate
embroidered on the right breast.
“The polo’s a large, but the jodhpurs should fit you. It was all we had left in stock.”
I’m so stunned by his kindness that it takes me a moment to speak.
“Thank you.” I take the clothes from him and look up into his eyes.
He gives me a sharp nod, and then he turns and walks away.
I’ve just turned back into the bathroom when his voice pulls me back. I turn to see that he’s stopped at the end of the hallway, and he is half-turned back to me.
“I’m sorry for drenching you earlier.”
My jaw hits the floor in shock. “I-it’s okay.”
Without another word, he disappears around the corner, leaving me standing there, stunned.
Ni
ne
I’m on my knees, scrubbing the bathtub in the main bathroom, when my right boob starts to vibrate.
I decided to keep my phone on me in case Anne called, and as these tight-as-hell jodhpurs don’t have any pockets, I had to stash my phone in my bra, hence the vibrating boob.
Reaching in my top, I pull my phone out, seeing Anne’s name on the caller display.
My heart starts to beat a little faster as I connect the call. “Hello?”
“Hi, Daisy. It’s Anne from Social Services.”
“Hi. Thanks so much for calling me back.”
“Sorry I’m a bit late in returning your call. I wasn’t in the office yesterday, and I’m just catching up on messages.”
“No problem at all. I understand.”
“So, your release came through.”
“Yes.” I smile.
“Good. I am pleased for you.”
“Thank you. Anne…I wanted to talk to you about Jesse. What do I need to do to start the process of applying for custody? And when can I see him?”
“Well, first things first, you and I need to have a chat.”
“About?” My tone is edgy. I just can’t help it.
“Just about your circumstances now—”
“I have a place to live. My best friend’s apartment. I’m living with her, paying rent.” Not that Cece will talk to me about paying rent, but I will be giving her money as soon as I get paid. “It’s a really nice place in Sutton, and it has three bedrooms. One is for Jesse. I have a job. I’m a maid at a big estate house in Surrey. So, I’m in a really good position to care for Jesse now, and I really—”
“That’s wonderful, Daisy,” she cuts me off. “I am so pleased that everything is coming together for you. I’d love to see your new place. So, how about I come to visit? We can have a chat and go from there.”
I slump back onto my haunches, disappointed, knowing that I’m not going to see Jesse anytime soon.
“Sounds great,” I say, trying to inject enthusiasm into my voice that just isn’t there.
“Fabulous. Now, looking at my calendar, I’m free on Friday at five p.m.”
“I work until six, and it takes me just over an hour to get home.”
“Oh, well, how about I come at six? You could ask your employer if you can leave an hour early. I’m sure if you explain your reason for needing the time, your employer will be understanding.”
Kas understanding? Ha. Not likely.
However, he was nice to me earlier, bringing me the clothes and apologizing. Maybe his hard shell is softening toward me.
There might just be some kindness in him.
“I’ll ask and let you know.”
“Fabulous. Speak soon.”
Hanging up my phone, I stash it back in my bra.
She wants to come to my place at six, which means I’ll need to leave at four. It takes me an hour and twenty minutes with the train journey and the walks to and from the train stations. And I’ll need to shower before she arrives, so I don’t stink of cleaning products.
That means I’ll have to ask Kas if I can leave two hours early.
I dread the thought.
But knowing I have no choice but to ask—because this is about Jesse, and he’s all that matters—I push to my feet, which are still bare.
I make my way out of the bathroom and pad down the carpeted stairs, heading for Kas’s office. Nerves are tumbling around in my stomach.
Come on, Daisy. The worst he can say is no.
And be an arsehole about it.
Sucking it up, I lift my chin and march toward his office. I reach his office door and knock on it.
“What?” he barks from the other side.
Okay…that isn’t a good start.
Reaching for the handle, I turn it and let myself in his office before closing the door behind me.
I turn to face him, and he’s leaning back in his chair, arms on the rests, staring at me with those coal-black eyes of his.
My stomach flips, and I suddenly feel queasy. I bind my hands together in front of me.
His eyes follow the movement and then shoot back up to my face. “Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to tell me what you want?”
I guess the nice clothes-bringing-and-apologizing Kas is gone, and Kas-hole is back.
I swallow nervously. “Mr. Matis, I know this is only my second day working here, and I really do hate to ask…but I was wondering, if I came in an hour early on Friday and worked through my lunch, would it be possible for me to leave at four instead of six?”
“No.” He sits forward in his seat and turns the chair to his computer.
Bolts of frustration and anger fly around me, buzzing like bees in my head. I’m not normally quick to temper, but this guy makes me want to scream my head off.
Dropping my hands to my sides, I curl my fingers into my palms. “Mr. Matis, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important—”
“And what’s so important that you have to leave work? A hair appointment? Nail appointment?” His eyes drag over me. “But then, looking at you, I’d say it’s neither of those things. So, what is so important that you have to leave work early?”
Mother…effer.
I take a step back, affronted. “I’m sorry, but have I done something to give you the impression that I deserve to be talked to like this? I know I’ve been in prison, but that doesn’t give you the right to judge me for it. You don’t even know me.” Even as I say the words, I know how ineffectual they are because they sound weak to my own ears.
Fire lights his eyes. The look in them makes me want to take a step back.
He looks like a scary-arse fire-breathing dragon.
He leans forward, pressing his hands to the desk. His voice is so low that I feel the temperature in the room drop. “Trust me,” he seethes, “that’s not what I’m judging you on.”
What?
“God, you’re a—” I bite my lip to stop the words from coming out.
“I’m a what, Daisy?” Then, he smirks.
The bastard smirks.
I have a vision of wiping that smirk off using the chair he’s sitting on.
I’ve never been one for violence, but this guy just brings it out of me.
Closing my eyes, I blow out a calming breath, wishing I were anywhere but here.
Why does this guy hate me so much?
“Unless you’re a magician or you’ve figured out the theory of time travel, I’m still going to be sitting here when you open your eyes.”
Argh! I want to throttle him!
Going back inside for murder is looking pretty appealing right now.
Two days, and I want to kill my boss already. This is not good. I need to get a handle on this and find a way to deal with his Kas-hole-ness.
He’s just a man. A man whose opinion of me doesn’t matter.
All I need from him is the paycheck at the end of every week.
I can do this. I’ve handled worse.
I open my eyes, and his smug, handsome face is there, staring back at me.
I force the brightest smile I can onto my lips. “It’s not you I’m trying to wish away. Sorry to have wasted your time. I’ll get back to work now.”
I turn for the door, but his deep voice stops me. “You haven’t told me why you needed the time off.”
Blowing out a breath, I turn my eyes his way. “I had an appointment with my brother’s social worker to discuss me getting custody of him. But it doesn’t matter now.”
I yank open the door and walk through it before he can throw another barb at me.
I run up the stairs, anger and frustration and a bunch of other emotions burning through me.
I get in the bathroom, grab a folded up towel off the shelf, press it to my face, and scream into it.
I hate him!
Hate! Him!
I’ve never had such an instant deep-seated hatred for another human being as I do with Kastor Matis.
Don’t get me wrong; I hate Jason.
God, how I hate that bastard
. He is the reason I went to prison.
But Kas…he’s just so fucking…mean. And heartless.
He’s…Kas-hole.
I pull the towel away from my face and take in some deep breaths.
When I feel a little calmer, I put the towel back on the shelf. Then, I perch my bum on the edge of the bathtub, curling my fingers around it, and I let my head hang.
I’ve got to call back Anne and tell her that I can’t make the appointment, thus delaying things further with Jesse.
What if she can’t see me again for ages? Or she takes me not making the appointment as a bad thing, thinking I’m unreliable?