The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

I stare sadly at my computer.

“Let’s just get our work done, and we can brainstorm over lunch.” She smiles as she rubs my shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Over the next half hour, I watch on as everyone arrives for their day, sees me, and then proceeds to whisper to the person next to them.

I’m not only the office gossip; I’m the office slut. The idiot who played upon the CEO with the company douche . . . I’m embarrassed, I’m ashamed, and this is appalling.

It’s four o’clock, and Jameson hasn’t answered any of my calls. I think I’m losing my mind.

Aaron thinks I should give him time. Molly thinks I should be dropped onto his floor by a helicopter . . . either that or bomb the whole floor.

Me . . . I just want to crawl under a rock and hide.

Molly returns from the photocopy room and smiles sweetly over at me.

“What?”

“Say, ‘Thank you, Molly. You’re a lifesaver.’” She smirks.

I frown.

She passes me over a security card, and I stare at it in my hand. “What’s this?”

“It’s Melissa’s card to get to the top floors. I stole it.”

My eyes widen. “You stole her card?” I whisper as I look around guiltily.

“How else are you going to get to see the stupid fuck?” she murmurs.

I smile at her perfect choice of words. “Thanks.” I go to the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I look like shit. I drop my shoulders and inhale deeply as I steel myself. Let’s do this.

I take the elevator to the top floor, with my heart hammering hard in my chest. I have no idea what’s going to be awaiting me, but bring it the fuck on, because I’m getting angry now.

How dare he not even let me explain?

The elevator opens, and Sammia’s face drops as she sees me. “Emily,” she stammers as she stands. “Mr. Miles isn’t here.”

I storm past her and down the hall and open his door in a rush . . . and there he sits behind his desk, his cold, calm persona firmly in place.

Elliot is sitting with him, and his eyes snap up. “How did you get up here?”

My eyes find Jameson’s across the room, and I can see the hurt from here. “Can you give us a moment, please?” I ask.

“No,” Elliot snaps. “Leave now.”

My anger bubbles. “With all due respect, this is none of your business,” I snap.

Elliot narrows his eyes and stands. “How dare you—this is entirely my business!”

“Oh, I dare all right,” I fire back.

Jameson clenches his jaw, and Tristan comes into the office. His step falters when he sees me. “Emily.” He frowns as he looks between the three of us.

“Tristan, I need a moment with Jameson, please,” I ask him hopefully.