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His eyes linger on my body.
It’s enough to spark a sensation I don’t want sparked.
“I hope your late-night work won’t interfere with our tour tomorrow. I’m not a fan of tired Jameson,” I say. The time difference between New York and Rome means he’ll be making that call after midnight Rome time. God knows how late he’ll stay up working. In my experience with him these past months, he tends to exhibit even greater asshole ways when he’s tired. And since we’re spending the entire day tomorrow touring Rome, a city I’ve visited numerous times for work but have barely explored, I could do without asshole Jameson by my side.
He finally brings his gaze back to mine. “So you’re aware, our trip to Amalfi has been postponed to Friday.”
“I love how you just ignore half the things I say to you. It’s not rude at all.”
“There was nothing to respond to in what you said.”
I could actually smash my phone into his face.
Like, the images rolling through my mind right now involve me going through the motions of lifting my hand with my phone in it and making him hurt.
“I honestly have no clue how you get people to like you,” I say.
“I’ll forward you this email with the updated details of our Amalfi tour.”
“Yeah, you do that,” I mutter with a shake of my head before giving my attention back to my phone.
He taps away on his phone for a few moments before saying, “Is this how our entire week is going to go?”
My head snaps up. “That depends on whether you continue ignoring my questions.”
“You didn’t ask me a question, Adeline. You made a statement regarding your feelings.”
“Good God, are you like this with all the women you date?”
“We’re not dating.”
“And thank fuck for that.”
His eyes bore into mine like he’s assessing me. “Is this conversation going anywhere?”
I squeeze my phone, willing myself to ignore his condescending tone.
One year.
That’s all I have to last.
I can do one fucking year of this for my company.
“No, actually, it’s not.”
He watches me silently for another moment before going back to his phone.
I follow suit while practicing the visualization techniques I’ve utilized over the last three months to make it through to this point.
Me running my company again.
Me divorced.
Me cutting Jameson’s balls off.
I think it’s that last one that really gets me through.
Jameson Fox may be the best-looking man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but he’s also the biggest asshole I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.
