Neither of us brought up the award ceremony. We didn’t speak of it at all—there’s nothing to say.
It is what it is. No amount of conversation can take away the fact that Ferrara Media has been rewarded for being deceitful. It’s eating me alive; I can only imagine what it’s doing to Jameson.
He comes to a stop in front of me, panting heavily. “You’re especially slow this morning,” he teases.
“You’re especially fast today. That ax must be big.”
He chuckles as he leans in to kiss me. “Fucking huge.” We turn and begin the slow jog back home. “I’ll organize Alan for the weekend to get your things?” he says as he runs.
“About that . . .”
“Yes?” he pants, still exhausted from his sprinting.
“I have a proposal for you.”
He stops running. “Such as?”
I turn and take his hands in mine. “I’ll move in with you on one condition.”
“What?” He stares at me as if already annoyed by my bartering.
“I’ll move in with you if we can get out of New York on the weekends.”
“What?”
“Well, not every weekend.” I shrug. “But enough that we can relax.”
“New York is my home. I am relaxed. What are you talking about, woman?”
I smile and start jogging again.
He catches up with me. “What?”
“It’s impossible to relax here, Jay. This city is hectic. The energy of this place could be seen from space. Sirens sound all night, cars and traffic and millions of people all buzzing at a million miles an hour.”
He watches me as he listens.
“We don’t have to go far out of the city. I’ve already booked a surprise trip away for us this weekend.”
“Since when?”
“Since yesterday.” I’m totally lying through my teeth here, but whatever. “Think about it. We live in your apartment through the week and work hard. Then on the weekends, we completely switch off. No phones, no internet. Just us.”
“What?” He frowns. “That’s impossible. I need to be online at all times, Emily.”
“No,” I pant as we run. “What you need is to recharge so that you can be the best CEO you can be. A tired, stressed-out version of you won’t be half as switched on.”
We run until we hit the street, and then we look both ways as we wait to cross.
“And besides,” I pant, “this way I get the best of both worlds.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m utterly in love with my Jim, the man I met on the plane.”
He listens.
“And I’m learning to love the stressed-out CEO who takes over his body sometimes.”
Jameson smiles as he runs, finally putting the pieces together.
“This way . . .” I pant. God, why do I insist on talking as I run? “This way I get to spend time with both of my men.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me back to him; his lips take mine as he clutches my face in his hands. His tongue swipes through my lips, and his kiss is electric with just the right amount of suction. We kiss again and again, and my hands go to his hips. What must we look like, making out on the street corner?
My eyes search his. “Do we have a deal?” I whisper. “Am I moving in?”
He trails his fingers down my face. “I guess we can come to some kind of weekend arrangement.”
I smile.
“Only because both of your men love to fuck you.” He grabs my hips and bounces them off his.
I giggle against his lips as he holds my head to his. “You’re a sex maniac, Miles,” I whisper.
He grabs my behind once more, and a car horn sounds. “Get a room,” a man calls.
We both laugh and begin to run across the street. I smile over at him as we run.
“What?” He smirks.
“Nothing.” I slap his behind. “Race you home.” I take off.
“I could beat you with my legs tied.” He laughs from behind. “In fact, if I beat you, I am tying you up.”
“Not if I tie you up first,” I call as I sprint. I giggle as I hear his footsteps behind me. Now there’s an incentive to run fast.
Knock, knock. I tap on Tristan’s door.
“Come in,” his deep voice calls.
I peek around the door. Tristan is sitting at his desk. “Come in, Em.” He smiles.
Em.
I smile and take a seat at his desk. I’ve decided that I’m keeping Tristan completely up to date . . . with everything. He loves Jameson, and he will decipher what Jay needs to know and what he doesn’t.