Page 7 of Until It Was Real

“Get out of here!”

My eyes fly open, and I look to my side to discover a large man looming toward me. “AARGH!”

“What are you screaming about?”

I clutch my chest as I scan the area. What in the world is going on? With a start, I realize I’m in my car. I glance down at myself and notice I’m dressed for work at the distillery.

I must not be dreaming since I tend to be naked in my dreams. And I don’t care what anyone says. Dreaming I’m naked does not mean I’m sexually repressed.

“Come on.” The man knocks on my car window again. “Move it along. This isn’t a parking spot for vagrants.”

Vagrants. I’m not a vagrant. Is he an idiot?

I open the door and he jumps away before I hit him.

“What are you doing? There’s no reason to get out of your car. Drive away. We don’t have a restroom or shower for you to use.”

My nostrils flare at his words. “I don’t need a restroom or shower, Mr. High and Mighty.”

A muscle ticks in his jaw at my words, and try as I might, I can’t miss how sexy the move is. And those eyes that are glaring at me are pretty darn sexy, too. They’re a deep blue a woman could drown in.

“My name is not Mr. High and Mighty,” he growls and my stomach dips. Someone has a deep, growly voice I wouldn’t mind hearing growl my name in my ear.

“Sorry. Do you prefer I refer to you as jerk?”

He fists his hands at his side and I notice how big they are. I bet those hands are strong enough to lift me up and place me on the nearest flat surface. Considering how tall he is, it would have to be a high surface for our parts to line up.

“Are you listening to me? We don’t allow vagrants to park here.”

All visions of us getting horizontal disappear. I spit daggers out of my eyes at him.

“I am not a vagrant.”

He motions to my car. “Could have fooled me.”

I nearly cringe since my car is cringeworthy, but I don’t.

“Judgy much?”

He leans forward and I tilt my head back to meet his gaze. “I’m not the one who was sleeping in their car in a parking lot.”

He’s also not the one who worked eight hours last night before rushing to shower and change into business attire for her first day as a personal assistant to a billionaire. The man is clueless but I’m not filling him in. Karma will take care of his ass.

I inhale a deep breath and search for calm. Mr. High and Mighty probably works at the distillery. Making an enemy of another employee on my first day is not a good idea. I want allies, not enemies.

“I was not sleeping in my car,” I manage to say without gritting my teeth.

He snorts. “Liar. I literally saw you.”

“I am not a liar!” So much for calm. “There’s a difference between accidentally falling asleep while you wait for a business to open up and sleeping somewhere on purpose.”

He rolls his eyes. “It sounds as if… Hold on. Did you say you’re waiting for the business to open?”

“Yes.”

“This business?” He motions to the distillery.

I spread out my arms. “I don’t see any other businesses around here.”

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