“You’re treating your stay on this bus like you’re on vacation?”
“Really? Because I thought I was trying to lure Bianca back into my family.”
Her hands clench into fists, and for a moment, I wonder if she might punch me.
“It’s not that big a deal,” Vanessa calls from the pantry.
“Not that big a deal?” Natasha scoffs. “You work your ass off for the Hunks, and now you’re expected to clean the damn bus?”
“Before you came, that was my job.”
“Yeah, but with the new schedule, you barely get a moment to breathe, especially with all the social media crap Carl now has you doing.”
“That’s my choice,” Vanessa says.
“Un-fucking-believable!” Natasha snarls.
“What the hell is going on?” a voice booms from the stairs.
Natasha, Vanessa, and I turn as Carl storms toward us.
“It’s nothing,” Vanessa says.
“Like hell, it’s nothing. What have I told you three about drama?”
Natasha gestures to me emphatically. “I busted my ass to help out when I first came aboard, as did Bianca, and you don’t make her lift a damn finger.”
“This is my bus, and what she does is none of your business.” Carl turns to me. “My office—now!”
My stomach twists as I follow him past Toxic, who looks dumbfounded, and continue down the stairs to his office.
He slams the door behind us.
“What the hell was that?” he sighs.
“That’s what I’d call a repercussion ofyourdecision. You’re the one that forbade me from cleaning.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, shoving his fingers through his hair as he sits at his desk. “I can’t have discord aboard my damn bus.”
“Then maybe Natasha shouldn’t be allowed onto it.”
“That’s not an option. We have to tell her what you’re doing for me.”
“We can’t.”
His gaze lifts to mine. “Why the hell not?”
“Because my family can’t know that I’m working for you, and Natasha is very well acquainted with my brother. It’s fine if a few Hunks know, but she absolutely cannot.”
“Well, you’re causing discourse on my damn bus!”
“Am I? I was minding my own business. It’s Natasha who started it.”
He drums his fingers on his desk. “If I’d wanted to deal with this shit, I’d have started a daycare.”
“If you’d like me to leave, I’ll be happy to continue working with you until my obligation is complete,” I tell him, knowing damn well he wants me here on his bus.
“No, but something has to change. From now on, the Hunks need to clean up after themselves.”
