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downwards.
    Finishing up the inventory, Ross is still in the office, I
pop in and tell him, “I’m gonna make a call real quick, if you’re still busy.
Is that okay?”
    “Sure.”
    “Here’s the inventory.” I hand it to him and grab my phone
out of my backpack, then step out back. Following my gut on this one, I do a
Google search for King Architecture and call the number listed for the
business.
    “King Architecture, how may I direct your call?” A woman
answers the phone.
    Pulling out my best Texas twang I ask, “May I please speak
with King?”
    “I’m sorry, he’s out in the field right now. Can I put you
through to his voice mail?”
    “This is his aunt in Texas, and I’m calling regarding a
family matter. Could you patch me through to his cell phone? I thought that’s
the number I dialed, dear.”
    “Yes, ma’am, I’ll connect you right away.”
    “Thank you.”
    Jesus, the people working for him are as dumb as he is. The
phone rings twice, and then he answers, “This is King.” His voice is so sexy on
the phone, but I push away the thought.
    What is wrong with me?
    “King, it’s Ever, I need a favor.”
    “Oh, do you now?” He’s cocky in his response, and I’m sure
it’s because I wounded his poor ego this morning. “I thought you told me to
never talk to you again.”
    “Don’t be an ass. Can you help me or not?”
    “What do you need?” He sounds agitated, almost like he
doesn’t like it when others ask him to do something. He’d rather rule the world
and make everyone kiss his feet.
    “I need you to tell my boss that your friend called me a
bitch and that’s why I reacted the way I did.”
    “And why would I do that?”
    “Because you owe me.”
    “Nah, I don’t owe anyone shit.”
    “Don’t play tough with me. Is it really that hard for you to
do something nice for someone once in your life?”
    “Really? I spent thirty g’s on bikes for you, talk about
being nice.”
    “Can you help me or not?”
    “Okay, I’ll do it…on one condition.”
    Motherfucker.
    “Name it.”
    “Go out with me. One date is all I’m asking for.”
    I look up at the clouds rolling by and know one date is not
fucking happening. Oil and water will never mix.
    “Goodbye, King.”
    I hang up, really only pissed at myself. I should’ve known
better than to think he’d actually help me and not want something in return.
King is the kind of guy who’s only out for himself. I’m sure, to him, I’m only
a pawn in his game of life, and because I’m a challenge, he wants to capture
me.

Chapter 7
     
    A week of noise, annoyance, and avoidance, that pretty much
sums up my life since King bought the building next door and started
restorations. Leaving me feeling more uncomfortable and confused than ever.
    I haven’t seen him since our last interaction on the street
when I touched his lips, or talked to him since I hung up on him and I’m not
sure how I feel about that. But I’m sure I was only a prize he was trying to
win, and the feeling of defeat, particularly for a man, is hard to swallow.
Especially a man like King–yes, he’s undeniably gorgeous. But other than that,
he lacks normal human skills, like compassion, and respect. And for some
strange reason he likes me…or acts like it. But now, I’m sure he’s off prowling
the next woman that turns his head. Honestly I have no clue why I ever did.
    My phone rings, and I set down the tub of ice cream that I’m
sulking my worries away into. Internally, I hope it’s him. I guess so I can
hear his voice, then yell at him. Damn, I'm all over the place. But it’s
Mistee. “Hey, girl.”
    “Oh fuck, Ever.” She is panicked and I don’t like it,
something has to be majorly wrong.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “Promise you won’t judge me?”
    I roll my eyes to myself and tell her, “I can’t make any
promises.”
    “God, you’re such a snatch.”
    “Whatever. So tell me, what’s up? What’s got your panties
all in a