Tell that to my boss.
Come work for me.
Is he being serious right now? He has no idea if I’m even good at my job.
You can’t be serious.
I don’t joke about work.
I could be crap at my job.
Are you?
Oh, for goodness sake, of course I’m not crap at my job. But he doesn’t know that and you don’t just offer someone a job because you’re sleeping with them.
No. But I don’t want a job for sleeping with you, Gray. I don’t want some form of payment for my services.
I know I’ve made a mistake the minute I send it.Shit. Shit. Shit.Why did I send that? He is going to be so mad. My phone starts ringing in my hand and I let out an involuntary shriek. Quickly hitting decline.
Answer your phone.
I can’t. I’m working.
Pick up the fucking phone, Paige.
It rings again in my hand, and again I hit decline. I know I’m pissing him off further and only making things worse for myself. But I am incapable of answering my phone right now. I’ll let him cool off overnight and hopefully we can speak calmly about this tomorrow.
I will turn your ass so fucking red if you don’t pick up RIGHTNOW!
Yeah, no. That has definitely not convinced me to pick up. In fact, I’m turning my phone off. I hold the button on the side just as a call comes through. Yep, I think to myself, tomorrow my ass is going to be sore.
***
Grayson
I am fucking furious. Absolutely livid. Not only does she put herself down, thinking I’m offering her a job as some sort of payment for sleeping with me.What the fuck?!But then she ignores me, declines my calls, and now she’s turned her phone off. Turned it the fuck off. There is nothing I can do as I don’t know where she lives, which is fucked up in itself. I don’t know where the woman I’m in love with lives. Add to that, Edward is still not home, so I haven’t been able to speak with him, which I need to do before I see Paige tomorrow. This whole day, from the moment I found out that Paige and I were on different flights, has been a complete shit show. At this rate I’m going to have to go into the office late tomorrow so I can speak to Edward in the morning. As I have the thought, I hear the key in the front door.Thank fuck.Something is finally going my way. My son walks into the kitchen where I’m sitting at the breakfast bar.
“Hi,” he grumbles.
“Take a seat. I’d like to speak with you.” I’ve found the only way to communicate with my son is to be direct.
“Is this about me not having a job? It’s hard, okay? No one is hiring. If you just gave me a job at your work, we wouldn’t have this issue.” That is a whole other matter that I need to address, yet again. There is no way my lazy son is going to think he can coast along at a job with my company.
“No, that’s another discussion we need to have. I want to talk to you about Paige.” His eyes narrow on me.
“What about her? She’s not talking to me at the moment.”
“I know you broke up,” I say. I’m not beating around the bush here.
“She’ll come around,” he smirks. “Doesn’t realise what she’s missing.” I have never hit my son, and I never will. But I have never been so tempted to wipe that smug grin off his face.
“No, she won’t. Let’s be honest, the two of you were never even really together.” The grin slips from his face; his expression hardening.
“What are you talking about? How would you know anything about her? You’ve never even met.” He’s getting defensive, which is not going to help what I have to say.
“We have met actually. She was at the wedding this weekend. She’s Angus’ daughters best friend.”
“Chloe?” He seems surprised, further showing me how little of a relationship he had with Paige.
