But he told me about Amar today. He didn’t need to do that either, and the Onyx of a few weeks ago would have never been that honest. I appreciated the heads-up.
Did he feel guilty? Because he had sex with me, he felt that he needed to tell me?
In the stall, I cleaned up as best as I could and then sat and thought about how much more work I had to do today and my state of undress with my undergarments. I’d never been someone who could sleep naked, so to walk about in a skirt with no panties, I felt uncomfortable and wicked.
And not wicked in a good way.
Pulling my skirt down, I exited the stall, and with the bag in my hand from the store, I headed back into my office. He hadn’t taken the condoms from me. So . . . he intended for me to keep them. For him? For us? Here?
Fuck. This was going to give me a headache. Maybe I needed to ask him. I instantly shut that thought down, hell no. It was already awkward; there was no need to make it worse.
Opening up my contract proposal with Amar Jones, I fought down the irritation. I stood by what I said to Onyx. If he wanted to sneak behind my back for a better deal, go right ahead.
The other clients I lost to Onyx, I knew he had approached them, and I knew that he would have made it sound like, because we worked together, it was fine.He has a talented tongue after all. I smirked at my dirty mind.
I called Amar.
“Hi, Amar, it’s Angel Balan from Saints Sports Management,” I said when he answered.
“Oh, yeah, hi, Angel. You good?”
“Yes, actually, I am. Actually, you know what, Amar? I’m better than good, I’m a damn fine agent.”
“Sure, yeah, I know that,” he stammered.
“Well, obviously, you don’t, or else you wouldn’t have called my colleague, looking for an alternative,” I told him coldly. “However, you’re right — you’re not the right fit for the clients I represent. Thank you for making sure I knew that before we both made a mistake.”
I hung up.
Well, that wasn’t professional at all.
It felt damn good, though.
I was having a day of not feeling professional and feeling good about it. I got an email ten minutes later from Onyx to the group, which in itself was rare.
Amar Jones will not be signed by anyone in this agency. Should he call you, seeking an agent, the answer’s no.
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Pushing my seat back, I walked out of my office and across to his. He looked up when I tapped on the door.
“Yes?”
“Saw your email,” I said as I went in further and shut the door behind me, leaning against it.
“Mm-hmm.”
“You didn’t need to do that,” I told him as I watched him.
“I don’t need to do a lot of things, Angel, but I do them.” Onyx leaned back in his chair as he looked me over. “How’s the alfresco situation?”
A loud laugh burst out of me as I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop it. “It’s not something I would recommend with a skirt.”
His smirk was wicked as he held my stare. “You should carry spares.”
“Should I?” I bit my bottom lip as I watched him.Holy fuck, were we flirting?
“I keep a spare shirt here,” he told me.
“Not really the same,” I teased him. “A shirt is easier to explain than ripped panties.”
