Chapter 90

He shut off his car as soon as he pulled up in front of the trailer. The sudden quiet, though welcome, made me uncomfortable. I placed my hand on the door handle.

"Could we talk for a minute?" His sexy voice had dipped to an even lower tone. Shivers ran across my skin.

"Talking won't change anything."

"This talk might." He sounded so sure of himself.

I turned to face him. "Look, Reed, I'm not going to be your girlfriend. I don't need rides home or your jackets." I was such a liar. I never wanted to give up the jacket enveloping me in warmth and his scent. I wanted to roll in his smell, coating my body with Reed Tyler.

"I'd like you to work for me."

Well that made me laugh. "Doing what? Your laundry, cleaning?"

"Don't you think it's a better gig than Tasty Burger?"

I'd said my last words as a joke, but, God, he was serious. "I am not going to be your maid. The idea is ridiculous."

"Just hear me out."

"No." Why did he always bring my pride to the forefront?