The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(14)

Miles . . . he’s the Miles . . . and there’s a club?

Damn it, the hottest sex of my life was just an initiation into some sleazy bedpost club.

For the past twelve months, the night that we spent together was something special that I held dear. He awakened something inside me that I didn’t even know existed, and now I find out that I’m one of many. My heart drops in disappointment, and I clench my jaw to stop myself from lashing out to try to hurt him back.

Bastard.

I’ve got to get out of here before I get myself fired on my first day.

“Nice to see you again.” I fake a smile, and with my heart beating hard in my chest, I turn and walk out of his office and close the door behind me.

“All done?” Lindsey smiles.

“Yes.” I nod.

We walk out through reception and into the elevator and begin to go back down to my level. “Don’t feel rattled,” Lindsey says softly.

I frown over at her in question.

“He’s very abrasive and not good with people, but his mind is beyond incredible.”

Like his dick.

“Oh, okay,” I reply as I stare at the ground. “Good to know.”

“Did he say anything to you?”

“No,” I lie. “Just polite chitchat.”

She smiles. “You should feel very privileged. Jameson Miles doesn’t make polite chitchat with anyone.”

“Oh.” I frown. The door opens, and I scurry out to evade this conversation. “Thank you so much for showing me around.”

“You’re welcome, and if you have any human resource issues, please call me immediately.”

“I will.” I shake her hand. Does being initiated into the Miles dick-riding club classify as a human resource issue? “Thank you so much.” I take off in the direction of my desk, and I discreetly grab my phone from my drawer. “Back in a moment.” I head to the bathroom and bang the stall door open and lock it. Then in the privacy of the bathroom, I type into Google: Jameson Miles.

I close my eyes as I wait for the information to load. My heart is hammering in my chest. Please don’t be married . . . please don’t be married.

I’ve beat myself up over this for the last year, and it’s played on my mind as to why he didn’t even pretend to want my number. I felt like we had a connection, but there was something he didn’t tell me. And for some reason, afterward, I got the feeling he was married . . . or in a relationship.

And that makes me a dirty ho. I’ve never been with a person who is in a committed relationship to someone else, and women who knowingly do that make me sick.

If I had known how much it was going to play on my mind, I wouldn’t have gone near him that night.

Jameson Grant Miles is an American businessman and investor. Aged 37, Miles is the eldest son of media mogul George Miles Jr. and the grandson of George Miles Sr. In 2012, he inherited control of the family empire, Miles Media Holdings Ltd., as well as investments in television, film, and multiple other companies. He is the former executive chairman of Publishing and Consolidated Media Holdings, which predominantly owns media interests across a range of platforms, and also a former executive chairman of Netflix.

In May 2018, Miles’s net worth was assessed as $5.50 billion, ranking him among the top 100 richest Americans, alongside his three brothers.

Oh hell. I read on.

Personal life.

Fiercely private, he is known for a penchant for beautiful women. He dated Claudia Mason from 2011 to 2015 and has had no known personal relationships since.

I put my hand on my chest and breathe out in relief. Thank God. I click on the link for Claudia Mason. Who is she? A barrage of images comes up, and I feel my confidence run down the drain.

Claudia Mason is an English businesswoman and fashion icon. Aged 34.

Mason is a British journalist. She is the editor-in-chief of the British edition of Vogue and also the youngest editor in the history of British Vogue. She took the helm of Vogue in 2014. Mason is one of the country’s most oft-quoted voices on fashion trends. In addition to her work with Vogue, Mason has written columns for Miles Media and has ten published books.

Personal life.

Mason is the eldest of five children and is the daughter of French politician Marcel Angelo.

She dated and was engaged to media heir Jameson Miles from 2011 to 2015, but the relationship broke down and ended, which she cited was due to their individual workloads and commitments on different sides of the world. She is currently dating Edward Schneider, a solicitor who resides in London.

Engaged . . . they were engaged?

I exhale heavily and click out of my search in disgust. Of course he dated her.

Well, that’s depressing. She’s the damn editor of British Vogue. I can’t compete with that shit. It took me three whole years to get a crappy job at Miles Media. I wash my hands and fix my hair in the mirror. Not that it matters anyway, I guess.

I have a boyfriend, and Jameson Miles is nothing to me. I storm back to my desk with a fire in my belly. I won’t even see him. I fall into my seat.

“How was the tour?” Aaron asks.

“Yeah, good.” I smile as I open my email.

“Did you go up to the top levels?”

“Uh-huh.” I begin to glance through my five thousand emails that arrived in the two hours since I left. Jeez, there’s a lot of news around here.