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I greet Jeremy–thatis, Mr. Aaron, my boss–as I drop a file he’d assigned me last night at six pm on his desk. He lifts his face from the document he’s reading and stares up at me in a way that makes my blood chill. He glances down at his expensive watch before sliding his icy gaze back up at me.
"It's 7:08,Ms. Stevens, which means you’re late, so there’s nothing particularly good about this morning."
I give him an incredulous look. "Pardon?"
"Did I stutter?Or did you leave your brain at home?"
My stomach tightensinto painful knots in response to his harsh words and tone. I’m still trying to get used to his constant bullying. I want to stay professional and keep this job, but wow...It’s been three weeks since I started working for Jeremy, and I can't say that it’s been fun or even tolerable. Especially with the way he's been treating me. He’s literally a different person than the man I spent my first steamy night with. The man who became tender, attentive, sensual… No this man here is a pure block of ice.
"I’m sorry about that,but I was caught up–"
"Traffic?"he cuts me off with a sneer and I swallow the lump in my throat. I want to scream and ask him if he really doesn’t remember me. He has to know it’s me. I'm certain. But why does it matter?
I should be happy that he decided to be impersonal. I was just a fun ride for him, so I shouldn't feel like crap. But then again, I can't help it when he treats me like I’m the worst garbage on earth. Is that cause I slept with him? Or does he give this wonderful treatment to all his female employees…
Maybe I am justa piece of trash. He’s my best friend’s dad, after all. It’s not like I knew that, and he was only a gorgeous stranger at that time, but still. The fact that despite his being an ass I still want to jump on him and make it happen under his desk makes me the worst friend ever.
He leans forward,places his elbows on the table, and interlocks his fingers in front of his chin. His eyes are zeroed in on me and there's a coldness in there, an icy quality that’s meant to freeze me to death.
"That'sthe most useless excuse on earth," he snaps.
I interlacemy fingers and squeeze them tightly. Then, I exhale slowly to rein in my anger. He’s the entire reason I'm late today. He’s the one who gave me a file to work on that could only be done early this morning due to the time zones. He has to have known that, then he has the nerve to question my lateness.
"Do not repeatsuch behavior if you want to continue working here. Am I clear?"
"Yes,"I say, even though I want to scream and punch his handsome face. I turn to leave but he calls me back. He stretches his hand towards me without a word.
He seemsto be waiting for something, but I’m not sure what. I ask, "Do you need anything?"
"Wereyou really at the top of your class? Hard to believe, seeing that you can’t retain the most basic information," he says slowly.
I clenchmy hand into a tight fist, then I breathe in a huge gulp of air to stop me from losing my cool and beating him to a pulp. Not that I can actually beat him, judging from his strong muscular shoulders that were able to carry me as if I weighed nothing while –
Chloe,what the crap?! How can you think of sex right now?
"If you tellme what you need, I’ll get right to it," I say through gritted teeth.
"The fileI gave you last night?" he drawls, as if it should have been obvious. I’m so confused. "Are you dumb or something? Get me the file I told you to finish for me!"
"If you would stop insultingme long enough to look around, you’d have noticed the file lying in front of you!" I blurt out without thinking.
We both look completely stunned.I realize my mistake and cover my mouth as if I could take back the words, but the deed is done. Jeremy is staring at me as if I've lost my mind. Who knows, maybe I have. I’d have to be crazy to talk to my boss like that, amazing sex between us or not. There’s nothing to do but own up to it and get fired with my head held high.
The tension in the room is so thick that it feels suffocating. My resolve to remain dignified slips away the longer we both stand there without speaking. I fix my gaze on the floor. After what seems like an eternity, I decide to apologize and put an end to this silent war.
"I'm sorry,I didn't mean that." I look up and immediately wish I hadn’t said anything. He’s staring at me like a hawk who’s zeroing in on his prey.
He standsup and I suck in a harsh breath, hoping to hell he doesn’t hear it. He starts to come around his desk, striding towards me, but whatever he’s got planned is aborted when Damien strides in. I exhale the breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Hey, beautiful,"Damien calls out, smiling at me charmingly. I manage a small smile that doesn't reach my eyes.
"Good morning, Mr. Adler."I stand rooted in place without even a glance at Jeremy. I bet he’s seething right now. What was he going to do to me if Damien hadn't walked in?
"Jeremy,we have to get going. The site’s pretty far," Damien informs Jeremy. Then, he turns to me. "You’re coming with us, right? We need somebody as smart as you on this." I turn to Jeremy and I freeze.
He looksat me with the most murderous gaze I've ever seen. It's hard to believe these are the same eyes I stared into while I came, the same eyes that once held desire and lust. I want to squirm–not the pleasurable kind of squirm, either--out of fear.
Damien looksfrom me to Jeremy and then laughs for some reason. This earns him Jeremy's steely glare, but he seems unbothered. I look at him, confused. What’s so funny about Jeremy being furious with me? Is there something I'm missing here?
