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“Why did you participate in that awful gossip is a better question, Janie,” I fired back. “Had you acted more professionally, then there wouldn’t have been a need to warn you of anything.” As I spewed the words, I could only hope that God didn’t strike me down for being a hypocrite. I was lecturing them on professionalism after having spent the night with our boss, and I wasn’t ignorant of what that made me.
“I just want to know if I’m getting fired,” Brenda huffed.
“Then go ask H.R.,” I suggested.
“All we said is that we think Mr. Warrick is hot,” Janie defended. “Lots of people here do.”
She had no idea.
“That’s not all that you did, Janie,” I argued. “You sat and said nothing as Laurie started spouting off harmful theories about Mr. Warrick. If you can’t see that as wrong, or see your responsibility in that, then you have bigger issues.”
“Well, I think-”
“I think I’m done with this conversation,” I said, channeling my inner-Lennon. “Think what you want, say what you want, and do what you want. I honestly don’t care, and I’m not going to allow your drama to take away from the focus of my job.”
With that, I turned, then walked out of the breakroom. I held my head high all the way to my workstation, but quickly grimaced when I had some privacy. I was being the worst kind of hypocrite, and I really should feel some shame over it.
However, I didn’t.
All I could think about was how I felt when I had reached out to grab my phone off the nightstand this morning and found a piece of paper lying next to it. After silencing my alarm, I had grabbed the paper and it’d been everything.
I miss you already, baby.
Chapter 20
Killian~
As I stared out at the sight of the bustling city around me, I found that I wasn’t as upset as I should be at finally becoming that clichéd boss that slept with his employees. Granted, I was only sleeping with one, but still.
Last night had been the best night of my life, and I’d been fighting the urge to call Posie up to my office all day long. I’d also been fighting the urge to move my main office to this call center. So many fucking times today, I’d been tempted to call my senior assistant and have him pack up all my shit at our main office and ship it here.
Those were the thoughts that had kept me up last night after Posie had fallen asleep for good. I traveled a lot, doing my best to spend equal time at all my call centers, but my home was in Calypso. I had a house outside the city, but still close enough to Birdwing’s headquarters for the commute not to suck much.
Posie’s home was here, and her second home was in Port Lucia with her family. Well, the people that she considered her real family. While I knew that there wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t do to make this thing with Posie work out, I had no idea if she was willing to move to Calypso for me. I had no idea if she was willing to quit this call center to follow me home.
It didn’t matter how many times she’d let me take her last night. It didn’t matter that she had fallen asleep in my arms. It didn’t matter that we had connected. Posie Tinley was still the same unpredictable woman that had begun to fascinate me. While last night might have been the best night of my life, I had no idea what it meant to her. Posie had fallen asleep before I could profess my undying love for her, so there was still that talk to be had.
Even as much as I’d hated leaving her this morning, I’d known that leaving had been the right thing to do. Posie might have been in charge last night, but I’d been the one to change everything for her, and I had wanted to give her time to accept it.
However, now…
Turning my back on the city, I walked over to my desk and dialed her extension. If she was on a call, I’d get routed to her voicemail. Unlike our incoming and outgoing calls, our internal extensions worked differently.
“Posie Tinley,” she answered.
“Hey, baby,” I greeted, not giving one good goddamn how inappropriate I was being.
“Hey,” she greeted back, and I loved how breathless her voice sounded.
“I miss you,” I told her, not bothering to slow this thing between us down any.
“Kill-”
“Come up to my office,” I demanded. “I need you.”
“I can’t,” she replied, but the need in her voice belied her words.
“Yes, you can,” I argued. “It’s the end of the day.”
