“Bastian, I’m sor—”
“Mr.Remington.”He snaps, and I feel my blood go cold.“It’s Mr.Remington.Or Sebastian.Better if you call me Mr.Remington.”
He closes the distance between us, stoppingonly justan appropriate amount of space in front of me, propping his hands on his hips.
I feel like I’m being reprimanded, and it irks me a little.He might be my boss—for however many minutes I remain working here—but we were both responsible for what took place on the flight.
“Sorry.Mr.Remington.”
Why is he acting like this is all my fault?Did I know?What an asshole.Like I orchestrated this whole thing.Honestly, the cheek of the man.
I’m going to lose my job.I can’t think of a single reason why this situation would serve me.
Better if you call me Mr.Remington.
I mentally roll my eyes.
As much as I’d like to tell him to shove his job up his tight, very fine ass, I need this job.I’m close to being broke and will do whatever it takes to remain employed in the United States, so I don’t have to go home and face my father.
Almost anything.
“This is a colossal mess.”Sebastian shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck while staring at the carpet.
Stop looking so goddamn sexy, will you!
“Agreed.”
Those green eyes lift to mine, frowning, as if my point of view means nothing.That even speaking has annoyed him.
“Listen, Emily.I need a PA.Finding someone to replace you is going to take weeks, so for now, I need you to do the job.Do you think you can do that?And be...discrete?”
My brows lift.“You think I’m going to walk around the office and introduce myself as Emily, who sucked off Mr.Remington on the red-eye from London over the weekend?”
His eyes flare with surprise, but also...is that desire?
Then he blinks, and it’s gone.
“Is this a joke to you?”he demands.
“No.I was just making a point.This is bad for me as well, you know.”I cross my arms tightly over my chest.“I just flew across the world for this job, and nowyouare my boss.”
Sebastian stares at my cleavage, now exaggerated, so I uncross my arms and copy his stance by putting my hands on my hips.We glare at one another.
“Well then, maybe—”
“If you dare blame what happened on me one more time Sebastian, I will—”
“You will what?”He steps closer, and I have to lift my chin.
I swallow loudly.
“Resign?”Sebastian’s brow quirks.“Please do.”
No.
I need this job.
His gaze brushes over my lips, and I lick them nervously.God, he’s so impossibly sexy that I can barely breathe.
