Saving the CEO (49th Floor #1)(40)

He looked at the proffered key, face blank. “You can at least stay and help us with the gingerbread house.”

“And the decorations!” said Britney. “Because I’m so bad at it!” She gestured in the direction of the admittedly uneven garlands.

“The party is here?” Cassie asked, hearing the bewilderment in her tone. She’d imagined the Winter Enterprises Christmas party at some swank restaurant. They hosted lots of those sorts of things in the private dining room at Edward’s.

“Yep!” said Britney. “Jack always puts on a huge spread!”

“Well, I don’t do it,” said Jack. “It’s catered. I just show up. And make a gingerbread house.”

Britney waved dismissively. “He just pretends to be a humbug,” she stage-whispered to Cassie. “But really, he’s like the best boss ever.”

Cassie looked back and forth between the man and the girl, unable to find anything to hold on to that would help her make sense of this odd situation. “That’s, uh, great. But speaking of bosses, I’ve got my own, and I’ve got to go.”

“You start at six, don’t you?” asked Jack.

Leave it to him to stand in the way of her escape. Which was extra annoying because eight hours ago, it seemed he couldn’t get away from her fast enough.

When she didn’t answer immediately, he locked his eyes on hers like blue lasers and said, “I want you to stay.”

…

It was the truth. He wanted her to stay. The sudden appearance of Cassie on his doorstep might as well have been divinely orchestrated. He’d spent the entire day feeling like a complete jerk because of how he’d acted this morning. They might not be having a relationship-relationship, but he treated his cleaning lady better than he’d treated Cassie. And his cleaning lady had never blown him until he nearly blacked out and then thrown herself into ferreting out fraud in his company. It was just that his rules were there for a reason. Women were a distraction—they got in the way of work. He hadn’t built Winter Enterprises from nothing into a multimillion-dollar company by being distracted. Though they had clearly negotiated the parameters of their short-lived, rule-bending entanglement, in the clear light of day, last night seemed…wildly dangerous. Still, she hadn’t done anything wrong, and he had pulled the rug out from under her.

“Britney, I need to speak to Cassie for a minute. Can you finish this garland while we go inside and check on the gingerbread?”

His goddaughter’s eyes narrowed. “Whatever you’ve done, Jack, you should just apologize so Cassie will come to the party.”

He winked at Britney. Whatever Carl’s faults, he had raised a pretty damn amazing daughter. “That’s the idea, Brit.”

She tilted her head and regarded the garlands. “I think this is going to take quite a while. These are awful. I’m going to have to totally start over.”

Cassie was still looking adorably like a deer in headlights, so he bounded down the steps and took her arm, pulling her up after him. Once inside, he took her winter clothes and steered her toward the kitchen island where sheets of gingerbread were cooling. “I’m sorry.”

“Excuse me?” She blinked.

“I acted like an ass this morning.”

She blinked, still looking dazed. “You kind of did.”

“Yeah, well, I told you I didn’t do relationships.”

“And I told you this isn’t a relationship!” Her voice rose almost comically.

“I know, I know. We set out the parameters at the beginning, and there was no reason for me to brush you off like that. I just kind of…” I don’t bring women here, much less wake up with them in my arms. So I panicked and acted like a dick. Except that sounded ridiculous to actually say.

“You kind of freaked out.”

Wincing, he nodded. That was it exactly. “I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t afford to get distracted.”

“Dude, you should have just let me go home when I tried to.”

She was right. Except he hadn’t wanted her to go home right then. And in truth, that’s what worried him. It wasn’t that he was breaking the rules—it was that he was getting a little too comfy with them broken. Still, it wasn’t her fault. And they only had a little time left together. It wasn’t like Winter Enterprises was going to crumble around his ears if he let himself be distracted by her for a couple more days. “Look, come to the party. Call in sick to work—I bet you’ve never done that.”

“I can’t,” she said automatically.

Before he could argue, there was a clattering noise from the entryway, followed by the sound of Britney coughing theatrically.

“We’re in here, Brit,” he called.

“I just need to get my hat,” she called. “It’s freezing, and my ears are turning into icicles.”

“It’s okay. Come in and help me convince Cassie to call in sick to work. She’s too conscientious.”

“Oh, please come to the party, Cassie!” Britney came forward clutching her hands to her chest as if she were having a heart attack. Good. Let Cassie resist Hurricane Britney.

Five minutes later a deal had been struck. Cassie would start her shift at the restaurant but would try to find someone to sub for her so she could come to the party later.