Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Guilt crawls up my throat.

I never should’ve had a piece of shit like this working at my company.

But that changes now.

“Brandon!” His name booms out of me.

He stumbles back, almost tripping, as his eyes franticly search until they land on me.

I point a finger at him. “You.”

He backs up more until he’s on the other side of the cubicle, in the wide walkway between the workstations and the bathroom.

I cut through the cubicles, aiming directly for him.

Brandon finally grows a pair and stops retreating.

He crosses his arms over his chest. “You can’t fire me. I already talked to my lawyer.”

I scoff. “Lawyer. I’d bet ten grand your lawyer is a fucking Google search.”

His jaw clenches, and I know I’m right.

I step closer, and his arm muscles twitch.

This guy is so close to self-destructing. Just a nudge away.

I step even closer, putting our chests inches apart. Though I’m substantially bigger, so I have to look down at him.

“You can’t fire me.” He says it again like that will make it more true.

I tip my head to the side and look down at him like I’ve never seen his species before. “You sure about that?”

“I was just following the rules. I wasn’t the one fucking—”

“Watch your mouth,” I snap.

He presses his lips together so tightly they turn white.

“You weren’t following the rules.” I shake my head like I’m disappointed I have to explain this. “Do you think you’re a big man, getting a woman fired? Over what? Jealousy?”

“I’m not jealous.”

I laugh. “No, of course you’re not. You followed us out of a restaurant to a dark parking lot because you were following the rules.”

Whispers start from the cubicles behind me, and Brandon glances around, noticing our audience.

He drops his arms, his hands fisting at his sides.

“Yeah, okay. Make me sound like the bad guy for taking a few photos when you’re the one out in public, with your hands all over Hannah. Your employee.” He raises his voice as he talks.

I nod. “Yeah, my hands were all over her. Because she’s mine. She’s always been mine. And that’s what bothers you, isn’t it?” I spread my arms, giving off the appearance of being defenseless. “You wanted her. You’ve been bothering her since day one, but she never gave you the time of day. Did she?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he hisses.

I can see the hatred in his eyes, and I’m not sure if it’s directed at me or Hannah, but either way, I don’t like it.

“You know that day when you crashed your car, and I had to give her a ride home?” I smirk. “That was the first time she kissed me.”