Page 3 of What She Deserves

“That again?” Her eyes flashed angrily.

Ethan Connor was her boss. Layla was his personal assistant, available to him during the day and sometimes at night. By all accounts, she made a pretty nice salary, but Rashad had always been uneasy about their relationship, and that had caused problems between them on more than one occasion. The guy was worth billions, and at times Rashad wondered if he wanted more than assistance from Layla.

“Forget I asked,” he said.

Layla laughed sourly, crossing her arms over her chest, which only served to highlight the lushness of her breasts that peeked above the V-shaped neckline.

“I can’t forget, because you’re doing the same nonsense you did before. I answered all your questions before about Ethan, and that wasn’t enough.”

“You liked to make it seem as if I was overreacting where he’s concerned, but how do you think it made me feel knowing another man was taking care of my woman?”

“He’s not another man. He’s literally my boss.”

“Who pays for your loft.”

“It’s a perk of my employment, and I didn’t keep it from you. The topic didn’t come up, and when it did, look at how you reacted.” Ethan’s company owned the building she lived in, and he gave her the loft free of charge to use.

“Forget I said anything, all right? It was a reflex.” He’d always acted like a jealous fool where Layla was concerned, but he needed to calm down and gather more information.

She glared at him.

“Are you going home after you leave here?” Rashad asked.

“You mean, instead of going home with Ethan?” Layla asked.

“No,” he replied slowly. “I mean, are you going home, or do you have other plans? With your girls or anything?”Or with another man?his brain silently asked.

“Yes, I’m going home after I leave here.” Her arms fell away to her sides. “Look, Rashad, I’m working. I know you think being a personal assistant and showing up for events isn’t real work—”

“That’s not true. I know you work hard—”

“But, I am working and don’t want to talk to you anymore. Good night.”