Oh my shitting god.
I could feelLuca’scuriosity through the curtain of my hair.
I turned to face Nix and watched his pleasant, gormless smile.
“Fine.”
“See you on the other side,Livie,”Lucasaid with a hesitant glance Nix’s way.
The moment the coach doors closed, Nix was walking back to his car in the car park. “Thought you didn’t fuck your clients?”
“I don’t,” I snapped as he unlocked his car.
I pretended to get in confidently, turning it on with the big start button and gesturing for him to put his seatbelt on.
“Right, if I’m driving, you need to get my iPad out of my bag,” I said, handing it over to him with a huff.
He opened the bag and pulled it out as I started the car and pulled out of the space.
“Go into my notes. There are questions there. Firstly, I need your logins to your socials.”
“Excuse me?” he spluttered.
“I won’t go snooping,” I promised, looking both ways as I left the car park. “It’s only if you post something incriminating so I can delete it. You’ll be notified whenever I’m on it.”
“No,” he said, locking the tablet. “No way.”
I already knew this would be his answer. “You’re certain?”
“Certain.” The word slammed into me with the appalled force he gave it.
“Okay,” I said as if it was no big deal, trying to focus on the road. “It’s not normal practice, but neither is that time you posted dancing with a girl who had cocaine around her entire face.”
“That was— well, it wasn’t aroundmyface, was it?”
I gave him a dull, disbelieving look. “The option is there.”
“I won’t be taking it.”
“Okay,” I sighed. I couldn’t wait to explain this toNazmin. “You have an interview with Road Racing League magazine on Thursday. There’s a list of questions printed in my bag thatthey’ve told me they will ask you. It’s not all of them, and I don’t doubt there will be follow-ups, but think them over and tell me generally what your responses will be.”
He stared down at the piece of paper he slid out of the bag.
“The questions are already emailed to you and on an online file, where I can log in and see your proposed answers. You don’t even have to email me back.”
His eyes flickered up to mine. “You’re efficient.”
“I like my job most of the time,” I said, grateful the first leg of the journey was a straight road. “I like to have control of things.”
He gestured down to himself with a raised brow.
“Now, in general, there are some different approaches I would like to take and show of your personal life,” I said, voice still strong and sure but softer, trying to break the news softly. “There are some charitable events I have planned that fit into your schedule—”
“What charities?”
“Homelessness, women’s aid, animal cruelty, mental health, global warming. The generals,” I explained.
He nodded. “Put women’s aid and homelessness at the top of the list, please,” he said. “And make it personal. I don’t want to deal with some suited CEO of a charity. I want non-profit. I want to help thepeople.”
