Forever Yours, Sir by Laylah Roberts Page A

Jaron is doing.”
    Hunter fell silent and instead of answering he moved over into the living room. Too late, she remembered the blanket and pillow on the couch. Crap.
    He turned to look at her. “You’re sleeping on the sofa? Is something wrong with the bed?”
    “No, the bed is fine . I just prefer to sleep out here.”
    “Why?”
    Because the bed felt too big, too lonely.
    “ It’s none of your business.”
    Hunter stared at her for a long moment as though trying to read her before he took a seat on one of the armchairs.
    “You know, I actually have some things to do,” she told him with exasperation.
    “Like what?” he asked.
    “Well, I was about to take a bath when you arrived.” What was he doing here?
    “ I’m not stopping you.”
    “Hunter! You’re not sitting out here while I take a bath.”
    He sighed. “All right, but I don’t see what the problem is.” He made his way over to the door. “Be ready at nine tomorrow morning,” he told her as he opened the door.
    “What? Why?”
    “We’re going to look at apartments.”
    “Oh, I suppose you need this place.”
    He nodded. “We like to keep it free in case any clients need a safe place to hide.”
    Shit. She’d on ly had two pay checks and while she hadn’t spent much, she didn’t have nearly enough for a security deposit on an apartment.
    “Okay, I’ll be out by the morning.”
    Hunter frowned. “That wasn’t what I said. I said be ready to go looking tomorrow, you don’t have to leave immediately, we have time to look around.”
    “I can find my own place.”
    “You’ve only been here a few weeks. I don’t want you ending up in some bad neighborhood.”
    She sighed. “You’re my boss at work, not in my private life, Hunter. ”
    He just stared at her for a long moment. “ Be ready at nine. And Cady, you better be here or I will not be pleased.”
     
    ***
     
    She’d been tempted to leave before he’d arrived. If she didn’t work for him, she might have. But she actually wanted to keep this job and she wasn’t ready to blow it yet, even if had to put up with Hunter and his dictates.
    Not that she intended to let him push her around, but it didn’t hurt her to go look at a few apartments for the day. Wasn’t like she had any intention of taking any.
    “What was wrong with that one?” Hunter asked with frustration.
    She hid a smile. She doubted he’d be turning up next weekend, demanding that she let him show her around.
    “It was too big.”
    “Too big? You’ re kidding me. It was tiny and it was the last one on my list.”
    “These aren’t the only apartments available in Dallas, Hunter.”
    “No, but they’re the only ones in areas I’m willing to let you live in.”
    She spun towards him .
    “Listen here, let’s get one thing straight. You don’t get to dictate where I live.”
    He folded his arms over his chest, glaring down at her, but she refused to be intimidated.
    She grabbed the apartment listings off him. “Now, I want to go and see these two.” They were actually in her price range, once she’d saved up a bit more for the security deposit.
    His eyes widened. “No fucking way. Those neighborhoods aren’t safe.”
    “I want to see them.”
    “Fine. But these places will be dumps, just you see.”
     
    ***
     
    Hunter looked around the rundown apartment. God, this place was even worse than he’d thought. There were holes in the walls, the carpet had so many stains it was hard to make out its original color and there was a really suspicious smell that he couldn’t quite figure out.
    “This one’s not so bad,” Cady said, looking around.
    “No way.” Over his dead body would she live here. They’d passed two junkies in the hallway and he was damn sure it would only take one kick and the front door would splinter into toothpicks.
    She sent him a look filled with exasperation. “It’s not that bad.”
    “Not that bad? I wouldn’t let a dog live here.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Don’t