Phina glared at me from the passenger seat. No big deal, my ass. I don’t do family gatherings. These people are huggers, aren’t they? Oh, Jesus, I think I’m starting to get hives.
I take a few deep breaths, pushing my anger aside for the time being.Oh, Fireball, I always remembered. I was just too stupid to see it. How in the fuck could I ever forget? And you are more than good enough, dammit.
She smiles in her half-asleep state.I hate that I still love you, she murmurs.My hand pauses with my fingers tangled in her hair. I want to shake her awake. I want her to open her eyes and look at me when she fucking says something like that. Jesus Christ, she probably won’t even remember she said this shit to me tomorrow, and it’s exactly what I deserve.
Placing another kiss on the top of her head, I pull my shirt off as I get up from the bed and toss it over into the dirty clothesbasket. I do the same with my pants before turning off the lamp on the bedside table and walking around the bed to climb in under the covers behind her. Sliding one arm under her neck and wrapping the other around her waist, I pull her back against me and let every inch of her body mold against mine. I bury my face into her hair and close my eyes.I love you, and I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise her quietly in the dark room.
The smell of bacon and eggs makes my stomach growl, but I’m so warm and comfortable in bed that I pull the covers tighter around me and keep my eyes closed. I hear humming coming from somewhere outside of the bedroom and my eyes fly open. I bolt up in bed, looking around the room frantically.
This is not my bedroom and this is definitely not my bed. The sheets smell like DJ and I groan, dropping my head and cursing myself.Did you have any problems with him? I question.
Miles glares at me again. I worked for him for fifteen years. Of course we had our problems. But I’m a professional. I make sure to keep any personal feelings I have separate from business.Right. Until you decide you aren’t making enough money and try to blackmail your largest client.
Yes, well, sometimes it’s hard to separate the two. Especially if you feel like you’re underappreciated. From what I hear, Mr. Covington was very stingy with his money. Did you ever feel like you weren’t being compensated enough for your troubles?Miles stands up from his desk and advances on me. What exactly are you trying to suggest, Lorelei?