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“No, Luna, the dog on my chair and you are making me miserable. Solitude makes me happy. I am perfectly content alone.”
“Really? Then why were you so pissed that Audrey moved out?” She challenges me all the time. It’s infuriating. “You don’twantto be alone. It’s not normal to be that alone.” I have never been normal. I wonder how she missed that.
“I am happy alone, Luna. I wasn’t pissed that she moved out. I was jealous.” I growl at her, not in the mood for this conversation, or her, or the fucking dog drooling on my furniture.
“Who did it?” she asks with a smirk. “Who hurt you so much that you have to avoid the whole world? Was it a girl?” I am not doing this, nope.
“Fuck you, Luna.” I snap, getting up, downing my beer. I slam the glass bottle on the table. “Order me some fucking real food before I do fire you. You work here. You are not my friend. You do not get to ask personal questions.” I leave her there with her mouth open and no words coming out of her mouth. I need an assistant, not a shrink. I had one of those, and it did not work out––for either of us.
“Order your own dinner. I am going to walk my dog.” She shouts after me, and I can feel my temperature rising with my rage. I can pretend she is not here—ignore her. If I don’t, I might just kill her.
TEN
LUNA
“Luna…the dog!” Spencer screams for the hundredth time today. I find it funny thatmydog has imprinted on him and loves him more than she loves me. Athena follows him like a shadow, and he can’t get away—if it didn’t piss him off so much, it would be amazing. He could use a friend, and a dog is probably as close as he will get with that personality of his. “Luna!” I can call Athena, but she won’t come. She loves him, even when he is a giant douche and doesn’t love her back.
“She is not going to come. You stole my dog. She loves you more than me,” I say, standing in his office doorway. I got up early and set his schedule out for him. I have become very efficient at doing my job without having to actually be near him. Spencer made it extremely clear that me being here upsets him, and I am nothing more than an employee, so I have acted like one. “Your appointments are on the schedule. You have the ophthalmologist today for your annual eye exam. I already asked the driver to be ready.” He needs new glasses. Even with his on, he squints at that giant screen all day long. With all his money, you’d think he would wear contacts.
“Thanks.” He mutters without looking up. “Take the dog, please,” he says, but Athena has made herself comfortable beside his desk. “She sheds hair like glitter. It’s on everything.”
“Come on, Athena. He doesn’t like glitter,” I call her, but she just opens one eye and shuts it again. I shrug, give up and go back to the rest of the list I need to get through today. Spencer has a busy few weeks, and it takes some doing not to double book anything. There was a meeting at the office, but I suggested they manage without him. The man is moodier than usual, and we don’t need the brand-new, very nervous CFO getting publicly fired.
I pop out mid-morning to collect his tuxedo for the animal charity event tonight, making sure it’s free of Athena glitter. I have to dig through his closet to find his dress shoes and black socks. The man has an alarming collection of brightly colored socks with funny designs on them. His socks are the opposite of his demeanor.
Happy that I have done my job for the day, I take Athena for a walk while he is getting his eye test done. We get home after Spencer, and when he finds me in the kitchen, he asks me, “Why is there a tuxedo on my bed?”
“For your event tonight. The animal welfare charity thing. It is on your schedule.” He glares at me. His frown only makes his wrinkle deeper. “I made sure it has no dog hair on it,” I speak.
“No.” He folds his arms. “I do not do events. You can send them a check. A donation, anything. Are you crazy saying I will go to that?” He looks angrier than normal, and the calm tone is almost more frightening than when he yells.
“It’s a charity for animals. You are going,” I say. What an idiot! “I am not going to tell them now that you are a selfish, animal-hating ass that doesn’t want to go out.” He’s infuriating. It has been on his daily list for weeks. Now he’s asking me to cancel. No, that’s just rude. “You can suck it up for one event.” I am irritated by…well, by him simply breathing today. He never smiles. The man has everything he could ever want, and he is still unhappy. He needs a gratitude lesson.
“If I go, you go!” he says, his voice deep and stern. I laugh at him. The man is really delusional.
“Spencer, I am the help.” I remind him that I am his employee. “I don’t have the social skill set, nor the wardrobe to attend something like that. You are on your own.”
“You love the animals so much, you will come with me.” He steps closer to me, cornering me with just his angry presence. “It’s part of your job description as of right now. Unless you want to quit?” Fuck him. I am not letting Audrey down. I will never quit, I can deal with his shit. “You can go get clothes. Consider it uniform.” He tosses the company credit card onto the counter and stares at me. It’s a dare—a challenge—he wants me to argue with him.
“I am too busy to shop today,” I say, playing his stupid game.
“Fine, I will send someone. What size are you?”
“That’s rude! You don’t ask a woman what size she is. Did you completely miss learning social skills and manners as a kid? Your sister certainly isn’t this rude.” His nostrils flare, and I can see the color of his cheeks burning hot.
“My stylist will bring you clothes, and someone will come do your hair and makeup. Do not make us late. And for the record, I am a perfect gentleman when I am not being forced to do things I hate.” His jaw is tight, and Spencer is mad as hell.
“So never…since you hate everything, and everyone, even dogs.” I should stop, but I can’t help it. He shouldn’t be this miserable. “You don’t even know how to be happy, do you?” I push some more—because I can.
“I am happy…when I am alone, and you don’t interfere in places you have no business.” His reply is laced with a mean streak I don’t like.
“Do you even know how lucky you are? How much you have to be thankful and happy for, and how fucking amazing it can be to share your life with your friends? You don’t have a single friend, Spencer!” I shouldn’t have said that. I clearly hit a nerve. He storms at me, stopping right in front of me, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.
He keeps a hold of that control he loves so much and says softly, “If you let people in, if you share it with them, they will hurt you. Use you, abuse you, and leave you bruised and broken. I don’t need friends, Luna. I don’t even want them.” How sad is that.
“I’m sorry.” For a second, I feel guilty for pushing him to the point that he looks like he may start foaming at the mouth. “I will go with you as your employee. You know, since you don’t need friends. For what it’s worth, Iwantedto try being your friend and your assistant. Because I love your sister, and God only knows why, but she loves you. But you’d be a shitty friend. You’re lucky the dog loves you. You push everyone else away like this, and you’ll end up with no one but her.” I sidestep him and stomp out of the kitchen. I guess I am going to a charity event tonight. He’s going to wish he left me at home. We are going to donate so much money to them that he will wish he had gone alone.
Silent auction—yes, we will bid on every item you have. Donation form, I will fill that in for him. Fuck him and his negative energy. I am going to have fun and give all his money to the animals. I am still pacing up and down, plotting how to get my revenge on my idiot boss, when a lady comes into my room carrying glitter, sequins, and feathers.
