I told him a lot of things.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stevenson." Jason extends his hand to shake Saint's. "I'm Jason Humphrey, senior account manager here at Carson Financial. I'm sitting in on this meeting as Ms. White's point person."
He doesn't say anything in response to Jason's introduction, but rather turns his head back to me, slightly tilted, with a curious glint in his eye.
"You date coworkers, Miss White? Do you think that's wise?"
I tap my foot nervously as I quickly try to think of a way to clean this up.
Jason clears his throat. "I think you have it wrong, Mr. Stevenson. Sabrina and I are coworkers. Our relationship is purely professional."
"Oh?" He looks down at me with a huge grin. "Maybe I did have it wrong. Sorry about that."
He grabs one of the bottled waters on the table, twists it open, and takes a long swig. "But you know what, Jase?"
Oh God, who on earth calls people by a nickname without having some sort of relationship with them first? Condescending jerks do that's who.
"I think that Miss White and I will be fine on our own today. You don't mind do you? I want to get to know my new business manager without any distractions. Without any barriers."
That last statement sounded pretty dirty, but I suppose he can't help it. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds like sex. At least if feels that way to me.
And Jason looks a bit taken aback by the sex god's blunt words. In fact, as long as I've known him, I think this is the first time that I've ever seen Jason look a little intimidated by another man. But it's understandable. Everything about Saint Stevenson is intimidating.
"It was requested that I sit in–"
"Should we call the head of this division in then? Uh, what's his name?" Saint snaps his fingers obnoxiously as if he's trying to remember Peter's name.
Boy this guy is a terrible actoranda bully.
"Peter," I say in a huff to end his shenanigans.
"Oh that's right–Peter."
"Uh no, Mr. Stevenson. That won't be necessary. Sabrina is one of the best account managers in this office. She can absolutely handle this meeting on her own. I was just trying to be helpful."
"Well if we need your help, I'll make sure she calls you back in."
Jason leans into me. Our shoulders touching. His mouth very close to my ear.
"You all right with this, Sabrina?" he whispers. Still sounding unsure about leaving me to deal with this rude new client of mine.
"I've totally got this. I promise," I assure him.
He smiles in return.
"Of course you do. Call me when you're done okay?"
"Will do."
"Pleasure, Mr. Stevenson."
"Likewise."
Chapter Eight
SABRINA
When the door slams shut, I immediately get to the heart of the matter. No need to beat around the bush. This is how you have to deal with guys like him.
