Page 83 of Tell Me Something

“See you in Virginia, Josh.”

Josh gave him a brief nod in return.

Once the elevator doors closed, we simply stood there looking at one another until Josh finally broke the silence.

“Did you request Will on the shoot today?”

Shit. Catherine must have said something. “I suggested that Catherine interview him. He was easy to work with in the Bahamas, and I wanted to feel relaxed with someone on this one.”

“Why didn’t you mention it to me?”

“I didn’t think it was relevant. Today was a job, and Will is a male model who I recommended but Catherine ultimately chose.”

He smirked and then turned to go into his office, forcing me to follow if I wanted to continue the conversation. “Yeah, it’s not relevant in the least that you recommended the same guy from the Bahamas to do a lingerie and wedding scene today.”

“Will and I are just friends, and I’m at ease with him. I’m sorry if today was rough for you to watch. It didn’t exactly make me comfortable, either, if I’m being honest.”

“You know what? This isn’t the type of conversation I want to have in the office.” He grabbed his jacket.

My temper flared. “Right. So you can fuck in me in your office, but we can’t have this discussion. Why don’t we take it back to your apartment, then?”

Well, that earned me a glare. “Where’s this coming from?”

“Where’s what coming from?”

“The hostility over things that we’ve already established as boundaries.”

That was laughable. “You mean you set them as boundaries, and you started with the hostility. I’m merely returning it.”

“I was going to suggest taking this to your place, but since you seem opposed to the idea, let’s discuss it here. How many times have you been out with your friend Will?”

I didn’t appreciate his tone, but I had nothing to hide, either. “I met him in the Bahamas over Thanksgiving weekend and again today. That’s it. How many times have you been out with Catherine?”

“What the fuck does she have to do with anything?”

My hands clenched with frustration. “Because you don’t tell me what plans you have or who you have them with. Tell me something. Do you have a New Year’s Eve date? Are you going out with anyone?”

He stood quiet, and I knew the answer.

“Catherine?”

“Are you guys discussing me now? I told you early on I value my privacy: in my apartment, in my life. You said you trusted me.”

“Trust is a two-way street. You shouldn’t care that Will was the model today because, again, we value privacy, and we don’t have the type of relationship where we tell each other who we’re seeing or when so long as we aren’t sleeping with them.”

“It was one kiss, Haylee, and I’d had too much to drink. I was caught off guard last night, so it took a moment, okay?”

He must’ve recognized I had no idea what he was talking about when my faced drained of color.

“I didn’t even know you were out with her last night, let alone about any kissing,” I said quietly.

He looked frustrated. “Look, last evening was to make sure Catherine understood that we were friends; we will always just be friends.”

“Fine. Maybe I should kiss Will and figure out if that’s what I want, too.”

Well, that did it. His eyes darkened and his mouth thinned. “First of all, you did kiss him today, several times, and secondly, so much for never wanting to make me jealous and play games, right?”

“I’m simply trying to catch up. So far I’ve seen you kissing one woman in the office lobby, and now I hear that you kissed another one last night. I like Will and wouldn’t mind working together again.”