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“You’ve never done what before?” the older one asks.
A faint smirk upturns my lips. “I’m a … masseuse.”
“Never seen a masseuse in a dress,” he teases.
I giggle. “Well, I’m a special kind of masseuse.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
“Anderson’s friend Tag hired me as a surprise for him. It’s his birthday, I think. I don’t know. But I’m here as a surprise, and I got stuck in this weather—I’m sure I look awful. And I’m new to all of this. I’m just so nervous and now,” I laugh at myself, “I’m rambling. So sorry to bother you.” I grab the neckline of my dress and bend over a little to wring it into the plant sitting next to the desk, giving them both a view down my dress. Then, I hitch up the hem and do the same, flashing them way too much thigh. Desperate times, and all that. “I’m so fired if I don’t get up there and surprise him.”
The older one takes a second too long to pry his eyes off my body. “You’ll, uh, want to freshen up before seeing him.” He presses a button and the elevator near him opens. “It’s the executive elevator. It’ll take you right up to his floor. His office is at the end of the hall on the left. There’s a ladies room, second door on your right. You can straighten yourself out there before going to give him a … massage.”
“Oh my gosh, really? You’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much! I might actually make rent this month.”
He chuckles. “Good luck with everything.”
“You’re my hero. Thanks again!” I give a flirty little wave as the doors shut and hold back from making a face. No idea if they can see the cameras in the elevator, and I can’t let on that I duped them. It’s all I can do not to tap my toe impatiently, but I have to make this look good.
When the door opens, I’m not sure how high up I am, but the nearest window says I’m at least twenty stories up. I dash into the bathroom first. Pretty sure that if the guards think I’m a sex worker and they have access to the cameras throughout the building, they will be watching me come in and out of here. After straightening up a little and re-tying my trench coat, I head for the end of the other hall.
In the vestibule, his admin sits there and her attention grows with my every step. “Good afternoon. Can I help you?” On the enormous door behind her is a sign with his name on it.
“Anderson is in his office, right?”
“Well, yes, but?—"
“Thanks.” I barge around her desk for the door.
“You can’t go in there!”
“Try and stop me.” I throw the door open and find Anderson with his back to the door. I snap, “What in the hell are you doing?”
He turns around, and I realize there are two other men in the room with him. They’d been gathered around a table and I hadn’t even noticed them in there. It was like, the moment I saw him, I couldn’t see anything else. But Anderson throws on a charming smile, even though I’ve clearly caught him off-guard. “A pleasure to see you, too.”
His admin says, “I tried to stop her, Mr. West?—"
“No worries, Angela. Hold my calls, will you?”
“Would you like me to call security?”
“That won’t be necessary. Thank you. Sorry for the confusion.”
She glares at me, then leaves.
I feel two feet tall right now, even though I’m not in the wrong on this. My cheeks burn, though, like I am the source of all the problems right now. This is more awkward than I thought it would be, but I need that money, and I’m not about to let him off the hook for embarrassing me yet again. For making the poor girl come after him for what she’s owed. Nope. He’s not getting off easy this time. If I have to humiliate him to get what’s mine, then I will.
Chapter 19
JUNE
Anderson stands to guide his guests out. “Gentlemen, see Angela about getting on my schedule soon. My apologies, but emergencies wait for no one.”
That’s what he’s calling this. An emergency. Well, it is to me. Glad to see he’s taking it so seriously. If that is, in fact, what he’s doing. The suits leave, and I close the door behind them. Anderson is within arm’s length, and I can’t tell if I want to kiss him or strangle him. Somehow, he manages to make a navy suit look more impressive than a tuxedo.
Get your head right. This is not a social call.
Right, right. I’m pissed off. He’s nothing but a dollar sign to me, and I have no clue what I am to him. “Am I still a joke to you, Anderson?”
