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“Jason!”
“What?” he asked defensively. “Is it that big a deal?”
“It is to me,” I said. “It’s humiliating.”
“Why should it be?” Jason asked. “It’s not like you were fired for misconduct or incompetence. The CEO of the company you worked for is a douche. That’s the reason you lost your job.”
“I know… But still—”
“Are we back to talking about your feelings of inadequacy?”
I suppressed a laugh. “I don’t need anyone feeling sorry for me,” I said firmly.
“Trust me, no one feels sorry for you,” he insisted. “Tristan was only offering because he’s my best friend and you’re my baby sister, and it’s an easy favor for him to do. Plus…”
“Plus?”
“Well…he did mention that he needed to hire someone for his human resources department.”
“He’s offering me a job?” I exclaimed. “Great, just great. He definitely feels sorry for me.”
Jason shook his head. “He’s heard how amazing you are at your job,” he insisted. “In any case, there’s no pressure. You go down, relax for a few weeks, and get the lay of the land. If you feel like it would be a good fit for you…”
“Tristan will hire me?”
“Only if you’re interested,” Jason said quickly. “And if you’re not, then pack your bags and come back home, having enjoyed a luxurious vacation.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know how I feel about staying at his resort for free.”
“Tristan and I have been friends for a long time,” Jason reminded me. “I’ve helped him out, and he’s done the same for me. You’d just insult him by offering to pay, trust me.”
I sighed. “It does sound nice,” I admitted.
“See?”
I bit my lip and seriously considered the offer. I wondered if my interest had anything to do with seeing Tristan again.
“Okay,” I blurted out spontaneously.
“Okay?”
I nodded. “What the hell?” I said. “I accept.”
Jason smiled and gave me an approving nod. “Atta girl; it’s time you lived a little. I’ll call Tristan tonight and let him know you’ll be flying down.”
“Has he changed much since the last time I met him?” I asked tentatively, remembering the smooth and savvy playboy from my memories.
“Not at all,” Jason replied. “He’s the same guy he’s always been.”
“Still a player, then?” I asked casually.
“Always.”
I smiled and waved Jason out of my room. The moment the door was closed, I turned back to my computer, but my thoughts had traveled back six years ago.
I had relived that memory so many times that it was clear and well preserved. I may have still been underage, but since it was Christmas, I had indulged in a couple of glasses of champagne and a glass of wine. I had been watching Tristan all night. He and Jason were fresh off their graduation, and both were high on ambition.
I, on the other hand, felt like I was high on Tristan.
