He’s going to ruin you, Silver.
Girl, put your hand on the door handle, push open the door and literally walk away from the madness that is Kelton Kline.
A million little thoughts were breaking through my brain like waves crashing up against rocks. Old anger wanted to stir but a new feeling was blooming and threatening to overtake me. I liked the feeling, it was the feeling of being wanted.
“One dinner,” my common sense had been overruled. “And don’t expect anything.”
“Wait, really?”
The door to the brand new Bronco was opening and I was exiting. I didn’t look back. Instead, I’d left the ball in his court and I was heading inside my apartment.
He sent a text before I even hit the steps and I could hear his SUV starting up behind me. Pausing before jogging up, I read it.
Soon.
A slight yawn escaped me, I was tired. We were having an early morning meeting with Jason and I had not been expecting it. He looked a little tired himself as he went over assignments and then he called my name and Krista’s, another anchor who usually did the late night stuff.
“Oh boy,” I heard Dani say.
“Maybe we’re getting fired,” I looked at her.
She winced. “I hope not because that means I’m on the chopping block too.”
“Ladies, my office now,” he nodded before storming off.
“Maybe find some boxes for packing,” I laughed trying to brush off the sour mood that had entered into the station.
Krista and I gave each other looks and mentally I was already correcting my resume in my head. I hadn’t even been at this station that long but maybe I’d head back home to Texas. I had the experience I needed now and maybe I’d be able to break into my market there.
You never could before, I thought.
Krista was already ahead of me walking, her blonde hair bouncing as if Shakira’s hips resided there. She didn’t hold the door open for me and I rolled my eyes at her when I finally got inside.
“Take a seat, ladies,” Jason motioned as he himself slid into his own leather seat.
Krista took the chair to the left and I took the one to the right. My cellphone was buzzing in my hand and I looked down to see it was Chyna. I would have to text her later. My eyes went back to Jason and he was punching in something on his phone. The air seemed to go still and a lone bead of sweat trickled down my back. Wiggling my shoulder, I felt the fabric stick to my back.
Did you put on deodorant this morning?
His head popped up with a smile and Krista’s blue eyes looked over at me and I cringed.
“I know you’re both probably wondering what you’re in here for?”
“I am,” Krista nodded. “Am I being fired…because I’ll do anything to stay.”
Her tone sounded suggestive as hell but I wasn’t sleeping with Jason’s ass just to keep a job. The man was married for one and while I’d caught him checking my ass out a few times, Jason was not my type in the slightest. The man tanned like it was going out of style and even now the shirt he wore had chest hairs peeking out. They looked like rolled up balls of hamburger meat being cooked in skillet and ready for tacos.
Slowly, I covered my mouth trying to hide myself gagging at the thought.
He cleared his throat and cracked a smile on his nearly orange face. “No, you’re not being fired.”
“Then what?” A frown had planted itself deep on my face because my nerves had shot through the roof.
“It’s been the talk for a while that Lauren Vanderberg was planning on retiring.”
Krista gave a swing of her hair. “Lauren is the whole reason I got into this field. I grew up watching her.”
Interjecting before they forgot I was in the room, “I only know Lauren by reputation but she’s not exactly sports.”
