“Where are we?” I asked softly.
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied flatly.
I agreed that it probably didn’t matter where we were. What matters was why he had decided to stop the car. Silence settled in the car between us and suddenly I started to feel a little intimidated.
“Have you slept with him?” Reiner asked abruptly as he turned to face me directly.
What sort of question was that? He probably thinks I sleep with everyman that I talk to. Sorry to disappoint but that wasn’t quite the truth.
“Who I sleep with has nothing to do with you,” I snapped.
Why do I owe him answers and explanations? Who I sleep or don’t sleep with has nothing to do with him.
“So, you’ve slept with him…” Reiner said in a low voice as his face darked.
My body froze a little at his intimidating gaze as he stared back at me. His blue eyes narrowed with clear displeasure and anger.
