I catch a whiff of his expensive cologne and look at him. He is now standing at our table staring down at me. I take a deep breathe and look at Quinn who just smirks at me.
“It’s rude to turn down drinks you know.” He says taking a seat. His eyes are still traced on mine.
“We are okay with cocktail. It’s what we take. Thanks anyway.” I say in a friendly tone. I’m trying hard not to snap at him. These are the type of men that believe they can control someone and step all over them.
I mean, I don’t know him but I have seen that with Larry. He is the controlling type, full of pride and believes he has a right to treat people the way he wants.
Yet?
He has occupied my mind more than anyone before. He just won’t leave and I don’t know how I should make him leave. I don’t know how to get hi
