Somebody please get me the fuck out of here. I need a distraction, so that I don't act on the strong desire I have to dump an entire steak dinner on top of my nephew's head. That's why I pay the check, say my good-byes, and call my adorable new business manager.
Chapter Eleven
SAINT
"Hello?"
Her voice is so sexy.
"What are you wearing?
"Again with that?"
"Please tell me it's one of those skirts that makes you look part librarian, part stripper, part Lois Lane, part video vixen."
"You have a serious mental problem."
"That's what the team psychologist told me when I was licking her–"
"Shut up right this minute."
I can't help but laugh out loud. I love getting under her skin. She is immune to my usual Stevenson charm, and I find it utterly intriguing and refreshing.
"And stop laughing like that. What do you want? The adults are working."
"Just checking in on my favorite financial manager."
"I'm your only financial manager."
"Did you watch the game?"
"Yep."
"Good girl. So did you learn anything?"
"I finally understand where the red zone is, and thanks to you, I know what interceptions and fumbles look like."
She's such a smartass.
"You should probably be a little nicer to your ticket out of loserville."
"I don't know where such a land exists."
"Is that right? Well, I did my homework too, Miss White. Your client roster consists of reality show wannabes, and let's face it, I'm prime time. So yeah, I'm the one that's going to make you a star at Carson Financial and get you out of a cubicle and into a corner office."
She sighs heavily. No doubt tired of hearing the unfiltered truth.
"If you don't have any pressing business to discuss, I need to get back to my life, ball boy."
Why is she always trying to get rid of me?
"Do you talk to all of your clients this way?"
"Just the frustratingone."
“This call is about business. I think I'm going to buy a new car when I get back into town. Want to help me pick it out?"
That was so random. I don't need or want another car, but I'm not ready to hang up with her. I enjoy talking to her. Playing with her. Plus I'm waiting to see just how long it's going to take her to remember who I am. Is she going to force me to start dropping obvious hints?
