The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

Hmm. I wonder. Does he think Aaron’s involved and is milking him for information? I sip my drink as they talk, and I do an internal assessment of him. He’s actually quite good looking, with sandy hair, a square jaw, and dimples, and he has a great laugh. I’ve never noticed him before because whenever Jameson is in the same room, all men pale in comparison.

“I’m going to get a drink and come back and sit with you guys,” he says as he stands. “You want one, Foster?”

“No thanks.” I fake a smile.

“You, Az?”

“No, I’m good,” Aaron replies.

He disappears to the bar.

“Oh my God,” Aaron scoffs. “I didn’t come here to talk about work, and what’s with the fucking nicknames? He’s not my friend.”

“I know, right?” I roll my eyes.

“Why did you tell him where I was?”

“I don’t know,” I stammer. “He put me on the spot.”

“Ugh, great. Now we have to sit with this wanker.”

“Can we just go?” I whisper. “This whole fucking night is a disaster.”

“No. We are staying here until the lights come on.”

I put my head into my hands, and my phone rings. “Hello, Molly,” I snap, annoyed that she’s avoided this hell. “Nothing’s fucking happened yet.”

Monday morning, 10:00 a.m.

My phone on my desk rings. “Hello, Emily,” Sammia says. “Mr. Miles would like to see you in his office right away, please.”

Excitement runs through me. “Okay, I’ll come now.”

I fix my hair and reapply my lipstick and practically run to the elevator. I hope he’s missed me and is making an excuse to see me. I get to the top floor and stride through the foyer. “Hello, Sammia.”

“Hi, Emily. Just go through.”

“Thank you.”

I can walk on the marble today, because I finally bought those new shoes with the rubber soles. Not a click in sight. I knock on his door.

“Come in,” his deep voice purrs.

I open the door, and my face drops. Jake is sitting in front of Jameson’s desk. “Hello.” I smile.

What’s he doing here? Buzz off. This is my time with him.

Jake turns to me, and his face lights up. “Hey, Foster.”

Jameson’s eyes hold Jake’s. “You two seem very chummy.”

“Oh, we went clubbing together on Saturday night, didn’t we, Foz?” He smiles happily.

Jameson’s eyes come back to me, and his jaw ticks in anger.

Holy fuck.

Chapter 13