I ended the call and put my phone on silent.
“Deep breaths, deep breaths.” Diana rushed over to me. “It’s going to be okay.”
“Did you see that ridiculous email he sent out?” I snatched jeans out of a drawer. “Now everyone is going to think I got promoted because I was sleeping with him.”
“Everyone already thinks that, so?—”
“What?”
“I said, please take some more deep breaths,” she said. “And I totally respect the fact that Mr. Saint demanded that I sign thirty NDAs about this situation.”
“That’s not what you said.”
“But you can’t prove it.” She shrugged and smoothed one of my sweaters. “Look at the positive side. You get to spend time in your childhood home, hang out with family, and get paid a shit ton of money to pretend like you’re married to your boss.”
“That’s all the positives you have?”
“Depends on if you’re giving your favorite friend a bit of the bonus money. I’ll add that to the list if so.”
“You’re not my favorite friend anymore.”
She laughed and opened my bag for boots. “If I were in your shoes, I’d make the trip worth it and try to at least get some sex out of him.”
“So I can be even more disappointed in him?” I asked. “He probably has no idea what to do in the bedroom and?—”
I sucked in a breath as my front door swung open.
Nicholas stepped inside, looking between me and Diana.
“Still talking shit about me, I see,” he said. “Too bad it isn’t true.”
“You can’t barge in here like that!” Diana gasped. “How the hell did you even get past the first door?”
“Jenna gave me her emergency keys years ago.”
His eyes landed on mine.
“Jenna, I don’t even have an emergency key for you…”
“Get out before I call security, Mr. Saint.” I stepped back.
“I came here for a reason.”
“Whatever it is, save it, because I could’ve sworn we agreed on certain things—and you’ve already broken what little trust I had in you.”
“Excuse me?”
“We agreed that we wouldn’t make any public announcements about us until after the holidays, and yet you send out that ridiculous email.”
“Did you see your name in it?”
“It might as well have been.”
“Butisit there?”
“You’re just trying to assert more control over me before our trip,” I said. “I’ve seen you do this with your clients before, but I need you to know that it will not work on me.”
“Miss Dawson?—”
