She fumbled for her phone inside her purse one-handed, and pulled it out. “Siri, call Gloria.”
The phone connected and her sister picked up on the third ring.
“What!” Gloria spat. She was breathing hard.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake! Can’t you keep a lid on it for five minutes?” Wasn’t Marcus driving?
“It’s Chrissy, babe. Give me a minute.” Gloria giggled and Chrissy rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”
“What do you know about Saks?”
Gloria laughed cockily. “Funny how things turn out.”
“What’re you talking about? What’s going on?”
“You didn’t give anyone a chance to tell you anything. You just came out swinging. And then kneed the poor guy in the balls.” She started laughing again and didn’t seem to be able to control it.
“What the h—”
But Gloria didn’t give her a chance to finish. “Gotta go,” she choked out. The line clicked off and when Chrissy hit her steering wheel in frustration, her phone fell out of her hand into the dark interior of her vehicle.
“Fuck!” she screamed at the car and empty road.
The clock in her car informed her it was after midnight by the time she pulled into her parking place in her apartment complex. She sighed with relief. It was a long and aggravating day, and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep until Monday morning.
Monday, though, was going to be another difficult day. What was she going to do? Show up at work as if nothing happened at Drummond’s place, especially after she announced that she had another job offer? What kind of fallout would that mean? It’s not like she could stay at her job now.
Could she pretend she was working out a two-week notice as she looked for something else? Would they allow her to? Many companies would walk someone out the door if they knew an employee had something else lined up. Mentally, Chrissy ran through her financial assets. She had some money socked away in the bank that would get her through a few months. If she had to, she could cash in her 401K, but that was a last resort. Maybe she could file for unemployment. Drummond did draw her to his house under false pretenses and made a move on her. That had to count for something, a hostile work environment, right? She didn’t know, and she sighed when she realized she’d have to consult a lawyer to find out. Right now, all of it was too much to process.
She switched on the overhead light in the car and searched for her missing phone. The problem was that in a big car like a Cadillac there were a million places for a small thing like a phone to hide. Chrissy checked the sides of the seats and between them. It was only when her phone rang that she discovered it at her feet under the seat. She panicked, thinking the worst had happened, and her father had a heart attack from the night’s stress. She swore as she fished around and finally closed her hand around the device.
“Hello!” she said breathlessly.
“Um, hi. How are you doing?”
Oh hell. Saks. What was he doing calling her now? “You call me after midnight to ask how I’m doing?”
“Excuse me,” he said, sounding put-off. “I thought I’d apologize for getting all handsy, but I can see it was a wasted call.”
“Sorry, Saks. It’s been a rough night.”
“Yeah, I know something about that. And I’m sorry for my part in it.”
He was apologizing? She was the one who’d caused him grievous injury and he was sorry? She didn’t deserve this. “We’re both pretty sorry, aren’t we?”
“I guess.” Saks’ voice trailed off, and she was afraid he was going to come up with a lame goodbye and she wouldn’t hear from him again.
Would that be so bad? she asked herself. A resounding ‘yes’ came from somewhere in her brain. Or was it the region between her legs? She was having a difficult time deciding where her decisions came from lately. “How’re you feeling?”
“Fine,” he said. His voice was lined with pain, and she swore at her clumsiness. She wouldn’t hurt Saks for the world.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“What? Clipping me in the family jewels? Nah. There’s only one way you can hurt me.”
“How’s that?”
“If you turn me down for dinner tomorrow night.”