The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

if you say so.

I smirk as I hit send.

Siri?

I glance over to see him sitting on a stool, smirking back as he texts me.

Bastard. I like this game, and I really shouldn’t. I reply.

Well you seem to know everything,

so I assume you moonlight as Siri.

I look over to see him smile broadly as he reads my text. I bite the inside of my cheek as I act uninterested.

Lose the prick

and come buy me a drink.

I giggle before I can stop myself. Of all the nerve.

I don’t buy random men drinks.

Jealous?

I glance over to see him smiling as he texts back.

Of him?

You must be joking.

And you will do whatever I say.

Make it Scotch.

My eyes glance over to the bar at Gabriel as he waits. This is insane. I feel so naughty. I write back.

You are delusional and strange.

When I’m delusional I just

imagine I’m in Hawaii

drinking Mimosas.

Scotch is not a dream drink.

Gabriel walks back through the crowd with our two drinks and places them on the table. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

He takes a seat. “Are you serious?”

“Gabriel.” I sigh. Here we go—an hour-long lecture. “Fletcher wanted to work for them.”

“Why wouldn’t he come and work for me?” he snaps. “I’m offended. Ferrara Media is where he should be.”

“He applied without me even knowing. I have to let him choose his path.”