The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(32)

He glares at me.

“With a fake ax.”

“Well . . . ,” he says with a sneer, “just make sure she has a fucking gray skirt on.”

My mouth falls open; he’s pissed that I didn’t do what he asked.

The nerve of this jerk.

“No, she doesn’t wear gray skirts on demand. She’s naked because she’s just had wild sex with her hot boyfriend right before she chops off that spoiled-brat CEO’s dick.”

He narrows his eyes in contempt.

I stand. “You will have your story by five. I’ll email it over.”

“No, you’ll deliver it up here in person.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Miles,” I say as I smile sweetly, “I don’t feel like seeing you again today. I’ll deliver it to Tristan.”

“Deliver it to Tristan, and see what happens,” he barks.

I turn and storm out of the office with red steam shooting out of my ears.

The man’s a fucking pig.

It’s five thirty, and I sit at my desk as I type the last word of my fake story. I hate to admit it, but this one is better. My coworkers have gone to the bar, and I’m meeting them there. I’m supposed to be taking it up to his office, but I’m not.

Screw him.

I hit send to email it over, and I turn off my computer and pack up my desk.

My phone rings, and the letter J lights up the screen. I saved his initial so I’d know if he calls me. I pick up my phone and hit decline, and then I smile sweetly at the camera, knowing full well he’s watching me.

I did not just break up with one selfish asshole to go out with another.

He can kiss my ass. A text comes through.

Answer your fucking phone.

I glare at the text and write back.

I have nothing to say to you.

I’ve finished work for the day.

You have your story.

Good luck with it.

A reply bounces back.

This is a personal call.

I roll my eyes in disgust and reply.

Find someone else in a gray skirt to suck your dick on demand. I’m not interested in the position.

I put my phone on silent and then into my bag and continue to pack up my desk.

I take the elevator down to the foyer, and as I walk through, a security guard is on the phone. “Excuse me, miss,” he calls.

“Yes.”

“I’ve been instructed to tell you to wait here.”

Shit. He’s on his way down. “Um, no, I can’t. I’m sorry. Apologize for me,” I stammer as I brush past him and out through the front doors. I run around the corner, and then when I’m out of sight of the security guard, I run across the street and duck into the café I was in yesterday afternoon so I can see.

What does he want?

I take a seat in the café by the window, and then I see Jameson come out the front doors in a rush and then look up and down the street. He takes out his phone and calls someone. My phone starts to vibrate in my bag.

Shit. I’m going to totally screw up this opportunity and get myself fired.

Is that why that other girl got fired today? Was she sleeping with him, and things turned bad? I watch him look up and down the street and dial the number again. I let it ring.

He’s openly furious. The front doors of the building open, and Tristan comes out. Jameson says something to him, and Tristan laughs.

What did he say?

I watch with my heart beating hard as they both look up and down the street, and then the limousine pulls in. He calls me again, and I close my eyes. Stop calling me.

They finally get into the limo, and I watch as it pulls away. I drag my hand down my face in despair.

His temper and my temper are a bad combination.

We are officially a bad idea.

An hour later

“What do you mean?” Molly frowns. “I’m confused.”

“It’s all just one big mess.” I sigh.

“I went home to California, and it turns out that Robbie didn’t actually give a crap, so I ended it. But I didn’t tell Jameson that because I don’t want him to think that it was because of him.”

“Yeah, I get that.” She frowns. “But why is Jameson being such an asshole now?”

“Because she didn’t wear the gray skirt,” Aaron interrupts. “Don’t you listen?”

“But why?” she gasps. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I know,” I snap.

“It’s not about the skirt,” Aaron replies as he chews. “It’s a power thing. He wants her to do as he asks.”

I frown as I listen. “You think?”

“I still don’t get it.” Molly frowns.

“It’s symbolic to him. He wants her to submit.”

“Well, I’m not,” I huff. “Honestly, the man is fucking stupid if he thinks that I will.”

Molly rolls her eyes. “Oh God, if he asked me to wear a skirt made of kidneys, I would,” she huffs as she stares into space. “I would even kill fifty men to get the said kidneys.”

Aaron chuckles. “Right? Me too. There isn’t actually anything that he couldn’t ask me to do.” He holds his hands in the air. “I would do it all.”

I roll my eyes, and we all think for a moment.