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“Hey, what’s going on?” Mila asked, her gaze on me as she approached.
“Just having a talk with Darrell.”
Darrell seized the opportunity to walk away, but I followed him. I wasn’t letting go of this.
“Ford,” Mila called from behind me.
“Get the fuck away from me,” Darrell yelled out to me, panic in his tone.
Mila caught up to me and put a hand on my arm. “Hey, don’t. He’s the Hamptons’ son.”
“I don’t care whose son he is. He shouldn’t be grabbing the asses of women he doesn’t even know.”
Mila sent a disgusted glare in Darrell’s direction. I was about to go after him when Elle approached.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Setting Darrell straight on a few things.”
She slid her mask up and off, her expression softening. “You don’t have to do that, Ford.”
“I want to do it.”
“Just great,” Mila muttered. “Eleanor Lawrence. This whole thing will be in the paper now.”
I gritted my teeth, biting back the urge to lash out at Mila for saying Elle’s name with such contempt, and making her sound like a trashy gossip columnist.
“It won’t,” Elle said softly, her gaze remaining on me. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”
Mila looked between the two of us and then shook her head and spoke in a low tone.
“Ford, if you’re banging Eleanor Lawrence, we’re going to have a problem.”
I was about to say something that might get me fired when Elle beat me to it.
“Hey Mila?” she said sharply. “No one’s banging anyone here, and I’d appreciate you showing me some respect. I’ve never done otherwise to you.”
Mila scoffed, a crowd gathering. “Are you serious? You’ve made the new arena an uphill battle at every possible opportunity.”
“I’ve never made it personal.”
“There’s nothing more personal to me than my team,” Mila said.
Now that Darrell was out of sight, my good judgment finally took over.
“Let’s not do this here,” I said to Mila.
I approached Elle and said, “Let’s go.”
We left the dance floor behind, walking back toward the entrance of the Hamptons’s home.
“She’s always a delight,” Elle said under her breath.
I couldn’t deny that Mila was a battle-ax, which made her a great team owner. She didn’t back down, and I’d always admired that about her.
Elle didn’t deserve to be disrespected, though. And Mila had no business asking me if I was “banging” someone when were surrounded by people at a charity fundraiser.
“I’ll be having a talk with her,” I said.
