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“Hey, Dad,” Mia said as she hugged him before stepping away.
“I don’t have much time to talk,” he said, sitting back at his desk. “I have a meeting in several minutes.”
Mia rolled her eyes. “You’re being rude. Meet Georgia. She’s the intern that starts next week.”
He looked at me and nodded before returning to the papers before him. Mia sighed and gave me an apologetic smile.
“Georgia, this is my dad, Brett.”
Brett sighed and sat back in his chair, looking between us. His mouth formed a thin line, and his blue eyes narrowed. His jaw was strong and sharp, and my heart skipped a beat when his gaze turned to me.
He was hot for a father, even if he was rude.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Same. I’m serious, Mia. I have work that I need to do for this meeting.”
“Alright, see you later.”
I waited until we left his office before I turned to her. “You want me to work with that? Mia, I’m sure he’s a nice man, but he has the personality of printer paper.”
Mia laughed and shook her head. “I promise that he’s not normally like that. He has some property he’s trying to buy, and the guy who owns it keeps blowing him off.”
“Doesn’t matter. A job is a job. I’ll smile my way through it.”
“That’s the spirit!” Mia said, looping her arm through mine as we walked through the building and returned outside. “Now, to the liquor!”
“There is no way he said that to you when you walked in and caught him!” Mia’s eyes were wide, and her beer nearly spilled onto the floor as she jumped around, dancing to the music blasting through the speakers.
I laughed and twirled around with my hands over my head, the alcohol making my mind fuzzy. “He did. He thought it was fine that he was cheating on me because he’s famous, andthat’s when men like him do.”
“I hate him.” Mia stopped dancing long enough to take a long sip of her beer. “You were always too good for him.”
“Yeah, but sometimes I wonder if that’s how every relationship will go. He isn’t the first man that cheated on me, but I thought that things would be different with him. He seemed like he loved me a lot.”
“He’s an asshole, and so are those other men.”
Mia whipped her hair around in a circle, laughing as she nearly fell over. The front door opened and closed with a loud bang.
I turned around, moving my hips with the music, and smiled at Brett. He stood in the living room doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. Though I tried not to notice the way his dress shirt molded to his muscled arms, it was impossible not to.
He raised an eyebrow, the frown on his face disapproving. His gaze drifted to Mia, standing on the couch with her arms over her head. When he looked back at me, his eyes narrowed.
What the hell is his problem?
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my beer bottle from the table, chugging it before setting the empty bottle back down. Brett sighed and shook his head before walking out of the room.
Mia laughed and jumped off the couch, pretending to play an air guitar. I laughed and shook my head. In addition to the beer, we had been doing shots and eating pizza. My mind was fuzzy, and the entire room was spinning.
It had been a long time since I had this much fun. I adjusted the silk camisole I wore, pulling it up slightly as I dropped down onto the couch. My shorts rose somewhat higher as I crossed one leg over the other, watching Mia pour another round of shots.
“I need more pizza first,” I said, lurching.
Mia threw back her shot as I made my way into the kitchen. Walking felt strange like I was trying to balance on a rolling ocean.
Brett was standing in the kitchen when I walked in. He was leaning back against the counter and sipping at his beer bottle. I looked at him before going across the kitchen to the pizza box.
With every step, I felt his gaze burning into my back. It sent shivers down my spine. When I turned around after grabbing a slice of pizza, Brett was still looking at me.
