The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“Do you sleep with your masseuse?”

His eyes come to mine. “That is none of your business. Now get out.”

Chapter 9

I storm out of his office and down the hall, and I fall into the ladies’ room. I burst into the stall, sit down, and put my head into my hands.

Embarrassment fills me. I just completely lost control and made a fool of myself. You stupid fucking idiot.

My heartbeat sounds through my body, and I’m so angry right now that I can’t even see straight. His words come back to me: But you fucked that up this morning when you left like a two-year-old.

God.

Angry tears stream down my face, and I wipe them away as quickly as they appear.

Stop crying, you baby. I’m not even upset—I’m angry. Now I have to get off this floor without anyone seeing me.

Why am I fucking crying?

I know why. Because I’m sleep deprived, and I deserve to be treated better, that’s why. The fucking asshole. Who the hell does he think he is?

The longer I’m in here, the worse it is. I wash my face, dry my eyes, and drop my shoulders as I steel myself to walk past reception.

I’m fine, fine . . . totally fine. Jameson Miles does not have the power to affect me at all. I open the bathroom door and walk out, and Tristan comes around the corner. His face falls when he sees me. “Emily?” He frowns. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, of course.” I storm past him.

“He’s had a bad day,” he calls after me, and my eyes fill with tears anew.

Yeah, well . . . so have I.

“Where have you been?” Molly asks on my arrival back to my desk.

“I went and saw Ricardo,” I lie.

“So where do you want to go tonight?”

“Oh.” I wince. I can’t think of anything worse. “I’m sorry, guys. I’m going to bail. I need to sleep.”

“But we want to hear all the juicy details.”

“Oh.” My heart sinks. I don’t want them to know that I’m the world’s biggest loser. “We didn’t meet up last night. He pulled out.”

“What?” Aaron frowns.

“Whatever. I don’t care.” I shrug, acting casual. I wish I hadn’t told them anything at all about him now.

“Yeah, that’s okay. I need to save money anyway.” Aaron sighs as he packs up his computer.

“You coming?” Molly asks.

“I’m just going to finish this up.” I open my computer back up. The last thing I want to do is give the bastard a reason to fire me. I finish my task, and finally, an hour later, I close my computer and head downstairs.

I walk through the front doors and glance up to see the black limo parked at the curb.

Shit.

I look around nervously. Is he in there? Damn it, I don’t want to see him. I power walk across the street to the safe haven of the café. I order a drink and take a seat at the window.