The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

An hour later

“What do you mean?” Molly frowns. “I’m confused.”

“It’s all just one big mess.” I sigh.

“I went home to California, and it turns out that Robbie didn’t actually give a crap, so I ended it. But I didn’t tell Jameson that because I don’t want him to think that it was because of him.”

“Yeah, I get that.” She frowns. “But why is Jameson being such an asshole now?”

“Because she didn’t wear the gray skirt,” Aaron interrupts. “Don’t you listen?”

“But why?” she gasps. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I know,” I snap.

“It’s not about the skirt,” Aaron replies as he chews. “It’s a power thing. He wants her to do as he asks.”

I frown as I listen. “You think?”

“I still don’t get it.” Molly frowns.

“It’s symbolic to him. He wants her to submit.”

“Well, I’m not,” I huff. “Honestly, the man is fucking stupid if he thinks that I will.”

Molly rolls her eyes. “Oh God, if he asked me to wear a skirt made of kidneys, I would,” she huffs as she stares into space. “I would even kill fifty men to get the said kidneys.”

Aaron chuckles. “Right? Me too. There isn’t actually anything that he couldn’t ask me to do.” He holds his hands in the air. “I would do it all.”

I roll my eyes, and we all think for a moment.

“You know what I would do if I were you?” Molly says.

“What?”

“I would wear the gray skirt tomorrow, and I would ignore the fuck out of him.”

I stare at her.

“Make the bastard weep.”

“Yeah.” Aaron smiles broadly. “Flirt your ass off in that gray skirt.”

I smirk as the idea rolls around in my head. “You know, guys . . . that’s not actually a bad idea.”

I hold my glass up in the air as I smile at my two friends. “To Operation Flirty Office Slut.” Molly smiles as she clinks her glass with mine.

I smirk as I stare at her. “Game on.”

I march into the office like a rock star.

No stockings . . . check.

White lace bra . . . check.

White silk shirt . . . check.

High ponytail . . . check.