Before I could think my way through what had just happened, Shark’s tall, bulky body was in front of me again. His hand was big enough to wrap damn near around my entire shoulder. He jerked me from the chair and forced me towards the front door.
“Go and get rid of that car, get your girly shit and baggage, and come right back. I’m putting you in the spare bedroom in the back. Once you come back and put your shit away, I want you to start working on the kitchen. It could use a good cleaning.”
Since my voice was stuck, I inclined my head and skirted my eyes away from his. As I shuffled towards the front door, I sneaked a backward glance at the kitchen that was visible from my location through two open double doors. If the boxes stacked from floor to ceiling and the dirty countertops littered with dishes were any indication, it was likely going to take the full thirty days to get the kitchen cleaned.
Jake’s face pinched into a noticeable pout. He picked up where his president had left off and shoved me the rest of the way to the front door.
I stumbled out of the door, thankful I was no longer the main attraction. Shit, maybe I was. The tethered white blinds in the dusty windows that I would probably have to clean started to bend apart in varied spots as I rushed in hurried steps towards my rental.
They peeked at me, stared, pointed, and ogled me like I was an escaped animal. I sensed their hateful gazes boring into me, but I was not equipped to do anything but endure the hatred and complete the task I’d set out to do.
I climbed into my rental, and the good sense I had left urged me to leave this place and never come back. Good sense always seemed to seep from my fractured brain before I got the chance to use it. But, I couldn’t abandon my task, not after I’d gotten myself through what I hoped was the most fearful part.