The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(43)

“Here you go.” The waiter smiles as he puts my iced tea down in front of me.

“Thank you.” I watch the driver across the road as he leans on the limo, and I think back to the other night when I was on my knees, and he tried to open the door, and it was locked. I wonder how long he’s worked for him, how much he’s seen. I watch as he answers the phone and then gets in the car and drives off.

Huh? Was Jameson already inside the car? Why did he drive off?

That’s weird . . .

The front doors of the building open, and a group of men walk out. Shit, it’s them. I pick up the menu and cover my face as I peer through the window and across the street.

Tristan, Elliot, Christopher, and Jameson . . . and the blonde girl who was with Tristan the other night. She’s super trendy, and her work clothes look like they belong in a modeling shoot. The boys look so similar. Elliot is the most like Jameson, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Then Tristan and Christopher look alike, lighter hair with a curl. They’re talking as they walk, and Jameson says something with a straight face, and they all laugh out loud.

What did he say?

They walk around the corner. Elliot puts his hand affectionately on Jameson’s back as they cross the road while deep in conversation. I watch them walk up the street and then into a cocktail bar.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes with a huge sad sigh.

Ugh, I just want this day to be over.

It’s amazing what a weekend and some sleep can do for a girl. I march into the building on Monday like the most powerful woman on earth. “Good morning.” The security guard smiles as I walk through the security screen.

“Morning.” I smile. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

“Sure is.” He winks as I walk past him.

To hell with Jameson Miles.

So what? We had sex. So what? It was great. But guess what? I don’t care.

I’m not letting him dull my New York shine. I moved here to start a new and exciting life, and to be honest, the first three weeks have been pretty amazing . . . well, except last week. But I’m scratching that from the record, so it doesn’t actually count.

I’m moving onward and upward, and twelve months from now I’ll probably look back at this and laugh.

I make it to my floor to find Ava and her friend Renee talking by the elevator. “Hi, girls.”

“Hi.” Ava smiles. “How are you?”

“Good. Great, actually. What are you guys up to?”

“We’re discussing where we want to go this weekend.”

“Oh.”

“Hey, you should come clubbing with us,” she offers.

“Really?”

“Yeah, for sure. We have a blast.”

“You know what? I’d love to.” I smile.

“Awesome.” She takes her phone out of her pocket and puts my number in. “We usually meet up about eight or nine on Saturday night.”

“For dinner first?” I ask.

“No.” She smirks. “We eat mac and cheese before we go out and then buy hella expensive drinks. Priorities.”

I laugh. “Okay, sounds good.”

I make my way to my desk and find Aaron already working. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He says sadly.

“What’s wrong?” I frown as I take my seat.

“I got stood up again last night.” He sighs. “I’m just getting sick of this, you know?”

“Have you talked to him?” I ask.

“No, he’s always working or got things going on or a legitimate excuse. Maybe I’m looking for problems that aren’t there.”

“Maybe,” I reply. “Anyway, you’ll be glad to know that I’m in a much better mood today.”

“Really?” He smirks. “What’s your secret?”

“Sleep,” I reply. “And I’m even going to start going to the gym on level three next week. Want to come with me?”

“Maybe.” He thinks about it.

“We could become superhot fitness freaks.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, okay. Are you high?”

“I had such a shitty day on Friday, and I’m determined to change my mind-set.”

“Good for you.”

Molly arrives and puts her bag onto the desk with a bang. “Anybody want a kid?”

I giggle. “What now?”

“Ugh.” She flops into her chair. “So you know how Brad got caught messaging that girl. I took his phone from him because his father wouldn’t do it,” she snaps.

“Yeah.”

“Well, he was angry, but he wasn’t that pissed off, you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he wasn’t hassling me for his phone back all the time like normal, and he wanted to go to bed really early last night.”

I frown as I listen.

“I felt like something was off, so I checked the hiding spot to see if his phone was still there, and it was. Then I had this strange thought to check the SIM.”

Aaron chuckles, already knowing where this story is going.

“The little shit had taken the SIM out and put it into an old phone.”

“Oh, crap.”

“I barge into his bedroom, and sure enough, he is on his phone, and it is hidden under the covers. I snatch it off him and lock myself in the bathroom while I go through it. He’s banging the door down, so I know there is something on there that he doesn’t want me to see.”