“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.
“You know what I would do if I were you?” Molly says.
“What?”
“I would wear the gray skirt tomorrow, and I would ignore the fuck out of him.”
I stare at her.
“Make the bastard weep.”
“Yeah.” Aaron smiles broadly. “Flirt your ass off in that gray skirt.”
I smirk as the idea rolls around in my head. “You know, guys . . . that’s not actually a bad idea.”
I hold my glass up in the air as I smile at my two friends. “To Operation Flirty Office Slut.” Molly smiles as she clinks her glass with mine.
I smirk as I stare at her. “Game on.”
I march into the office like a rock star.
No stockings . . . check.
White lace bra . . . check.
White silk shirt . . . check.
High ponytail . . . check.
Gray skirt with split . . . check, check, double check.
“Good morning.” I smile at my friends as I arrive at my desk.
Their eyes come to me, and they smirk as they see I’m wearing the requested outfit. Aaron gives me a wink and turns back to his computer.
“Does anybody want coffee?” I ask.
“Yes, please,” they both reply.
I walk into the kitchen, and Ricardo follows me in. “Hey, chickie, I’ve been waiting for you.”
I smile an over-the-top fake smile. God . . . can’t I have someone better to fake flirt with than this guy? “Hi,” I reply excitedly. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” He smiles at my enthusiasm. “Listen, I’m so sorry I got you into trouble the other day.”