"What are you afraid of, Sabrina?"
"I like Jason."
"Bullshit."
"I've liked him for years."
I stand back up.
"You're using him as a shield."
She's pissing me off. She's had a thing for this same man for three years. A guy who's never stepped up, and now all of a sudden that I'm in the picture he's sticking his chest out a little. Classic dickhead. I can't believe that I'm competing with the likes of this dumb ass.
"I'm not saying I'm not attracted to you, Saint, but we made an agreement and my job is everything to me. You're my client, and I'm interested in someone else. Let's not make things complicated."
"What the fuck is complicated–"
"Saint, are you out here?"
My father. He has the worst timing ever.
"Your mother's cake is ready, and you should bring Sabrina back inside anyway. It's cold as hell out here."
"Coming, Dad."
I slide my hand up the base of Sabrina's neck and grip the back of her hair. Tilting her head up to me.
"We'll talk about this complication later, Freshman."
And I give her another kiss.
"We've got a long car ride home."
Chapter Seventeen
SABRINA
I've got a lot going on at work, and I'm kind of glad that I do, because it keeps my mind off of the fact that I've kissed Saint Stevenson twice and he hasn't called me for almost two weeks. I realize that he's been out of town playing two road games, but football is different than other sports. The team comes home to practice and then flies back out to their games, because they have at least a week between each one. So he's been in New York twice and hasn't called. But whatever. It's not like we're together or anything. And like I said, I'm busy.
The reality show housewife that I handle was just renewed for another season, but she's so broke that she's been calling me nonstop for a week to find out if her first check came in. This is not a good sign. Her spending is out of control. I feel a little bad for her though, because all she's really doing is trying to live up to the image created for her by the network. If viewers only knew how staged and scripted these shows were, they wouldn't waste their time watching.
I also have the opportunity to participate in a big meeting in about ten minutes that I'm over the moon about. Peter has finally convinced Spin to come into the office to discuss moving forward and invited most of the team to sit in. He wants our presence to show Spin that keeping them on board and happy is our number one priority.
Uh oh, here comes trouble.
"Hey, girl."
"Hey, Abby," I say flatly.
"Excited about Spin?"
"Sure."
"Guess I'll see you in there."
"Yep."
Abby heads towards the conference room then turns back around as if she actually just remembered to tell me something. Puh-lease. Whatever she is about to say was the whole point of her stopping to talk to me in the first place.
