Devastated (Anger Management, #1)(19)

“What did you do to it?” her boss demanded as he placed the plate of food that she’d made for him on the desk in front of her.

“Made it?” Kylie said, not really sure what he was asking.

“Did you spit in it?” Hunter asked, as he narrowed his eyes on her.

“Was I supposed to?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Drop it?”

“No,” Kylie asked, unable to help but frown at this point.

For a moment, Hunter didn’t say anything as he continued to stand there, glaring at her until she considered offering to find those soy nuts for him when he reached over and plucked the sandwich out of her hand before he stole her plate and headed back to the couch, leaving her sitting there, admittedly confused. That is until he turned right back around and returned her plate.

“There’s no mayonnaise,” he said accusingly as he stole his original plate back, took a bite out of the sandwich that she’d made for him, glared at her, and went back to the couch and devoured his lunch all while glaring in her direction.

She really couldn’t win, Kylie decided with a small sigh as she picked up her sandwich and returned her attention to the email telling her boss how much the sender enjoyed it when he’d used his tongue to-

“Have them organized by dinner,” Hunter said, as he dropped the large stack of files that she’d been eying all day on her desk before he walked away, leaving her sitting there, wondering if he would mind if she color-coordinated them, too.





Chapter 11

May

There was no longer any doubt in Kylie’s mind.

Her boss was going to hell and he was most likely going to end up taking her with him, she thought even as she did everything within her power not to do anything to encourage the large man tormenting his latest court-appointed therapist.

“What would you like to talk about today, Hunter?” the therapist, whose name she hadn’t bothered to learn since she would probably never see him again, murmured with a sympathetic smile for the large man who had turned torturing therapists into an art form.

Leaning back in his chair, Hunter continued glaring at the therapist until that sympathetic smile slowly slipped from his lips and he shifted nervously in his chair as he threw her another questioning glance while she sat there, doing her best to appear innocent as she stared at the computer screen. She should probably get some work done, she told herself, reluctantly forcing herself to focus on today’s deeply disturbing emails waiting for her so that she could get them out of the way.

“How are you adapting to house arrest?” the therapist asked, as he reached up and pushed his glasses back up his nose as he moved closer to the edge of his seat, only to move right back, swallow nervously, and decide to shift his attention back to her when Hunter only continued to glare.

“Miss Poppins?” the therapist said, making her bite back a sigh as she glanced at Hunter to find his lips twitching.

“Yes?”

“She likes to be called Mary,” Hunter drawled, never taking his eyes off the therapist.

“Mary, perhaps it would be for the best if Hunter and I spoke privately?” he suggested, giving her the same apologetic smile that every therapist before him had when they’d asked her to leave.

“She stays,” Hunter said, shifting his attention to her while she struggled to focus on the sexually explicit emails that she was supposed to be going through while he watched her every move.

Biting back another sigh, she forced herself to focus on the email explaining just how much the sender enjoyed it when Hunter bent her over the table and—

Decided that it would probably be for the best if she erased this email and the mental image that it created and moved onto the next email.

Oh…that was…that was disturbing, Kylie thought, unable to help but cringe as she started hitting delete, somewhat frantically, as the words “penetrate” and “moist” kept flashing through her mind along with all the really disturbing words that linked them together. Forcing herself to move onto the next email and—

Quickly deleted the next one when the image of a naked bleached blonde woman with her legs spread apart and her fingers doing…things opened. Unable to help but wonder just how many women Hunter slept with, and she had to admit that she really didn’t want to know, she quickly moved onto the next email and came to the decision that she should probably look into making a doctor’s appointment for Hunter so that he could get a shot of penicillin…or maybe two.

She should definitely make an appointment for him, Kylie decided when she clicked on the next email and winced when she saw the email describing in minute detail how much the sender liked it when Hunter used his tongue to do things that really didn’t sound like fun or sanitary.

“Oh, that’s…that’s disturbing,” she mumbled softly, deleting it as she looked up only to find Hunter giving her the sexiest grin that she’d ever seen and-

“Wait. Where’s your therapist?” Kylie asked, glancing around the large office, looking for the therapist that was supposed to be there.

“Something came up,” Hunter drawled.

“What? Oh, my God, no!” Kylie said, trying not to panic as she pushed her chair back and headed for the front door, hoping to catch the therapist before it was too late, but something, mainly the fact that the therapist was peeling out of the driveway, told her that it might already be too late.