The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“Yeah, good.” I smile as I open my email.

“Did you go up to the top levels?”

“Uh-huh.” I begin to glance through my five thousand emails that arrived in the two hours since I left. Jeez, there’s a lot of news around here.

“What about the offices?” Aaron replies. “They’re something else, right? All that white marble.”

I roll my lips as I try to act casual. “Uh-huh.”

“I didn’t get to see the management offices when I started,” Molly says. “He wasn’t taking visitors that day.”

I glance over at her.

“I went into his office, but he wasn’t there,” Aaron chimes in.

“Who? Jameson, you mean?” I pretend to be uninterested in this conversation.

“Yeah, did you see him at all?”

“Yep.” I open an email. “I met him.” I fucked his brains out too.

“Was he a rude pig?” Molly frowns. “Everyone is so scared of him.”

“No, he seemed fine. I was in his office, and he seemed okay.”

“You were in his office while he was there?” Aaron frowns.

“Uh-huh.” I keep typing. Please stop talking about him.

“What are you guys doing tonight?” Molly asks. “The kids are with their dad, and I could do with pizza and beer. Screw the diet and the gym.”

“Yeah, I’m in,” Aaron replies.

“Really?” I smile. I can’t believe they are asking me out on my first day.

“Yeah, why not? Do you have anything else going on?” Molly asks.

“Well, seeing as you two are the only people I know in New York, what else could I possibly have going on?” I shrug happily.

“Pizza and beer it is,” Molly replies as she continues typing.

I begin to scroll back through my email list, and the name Jameson Miles pops up as a sender.

What?

I glance around guiltily and click to open it. It’s probably a welcome email sent to everyone.

Emily,

You are required in my office at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow for a private meeting.

Go through security and tell them you are coming to see me. They will buzz you up to my floor.

Jameson Miles

CEO Miles Media

New York