He put his hands in the air. “I just want to know if your opinion would be the same if you were sober.”
“I’m sober enough.”
“Whatever you say, brother.” Hart shook his head.
“Boys, since there are a few different ways this can play out, let’s think this through,” Eden said. “She can tell another employee at Charred, and word will spread. She can go to the media and tip them off. She?—”
“Or she could say nothing,” I growled.
She put her hand on mine. “If the whole staff of the restaurant knew you two had slept together, it could possibly affect morale. It would most certainly stir things up. But it wouldn’t be the end of the world. As for the media, they would have fun with that kind of news, but again, there’s nothing technically wrong with what you two did.” She paused. “I suppose it comes down to you, Walker. If she talks, it won’t hurt the company per se. But would it hurt you? Of course, there are different levels of hurt, and those you’ll have to weigh.”
“She needs to sign an NDA. I don’t even know why we’re discussing this,” Hart offered. “Colson, tell me you don’t agree with this nonsense?”
Colson’s exhale was loud. “I would probably go in the NDA direction just to avoid any messiness.”
“Beck?” Hart said. “How about you?”
“I’m the fucking king of messy. Look at the woman I’m inlove with.” Beck laughed. “I support whatever decision you make, Walker.”
“Eden?” Hart said. “You’re up.”
Eden’s eyes wouldn’t leave mine. The way they were on me told me they were looking right through me. “If you think she won’t say anything—and you’re okay if she does—then I support your decision.”
“Why the fuck would you even risk it?” Hart asked. “What’s the big deal by asking her to sign one?”
In my mind, this wasn’t about whether she’d sign one or not. I already knew she would.
But if we had that document between us, it would feel like what had gone down in my suite was a goddamn transaction. A bunch of legal jargon that would cheapen our time together.
And the way she had given me her body, the things I had done to it, the hours we’d spent talking—none of that was cheap.
It was fucking perfect.
“If I change my mind, I’ll have the attorney draw something up,” I told everyone.
“What about her job at Charred?” Beck asked. “Where do we all stand on that?”
“We can’t fire someone for having relations with an owner,” Eden explained. “Thatwouldcause a media storm.”
Hart rolled his eyes. “So, you’re saying until she fucks up, she stays put?”
I whipped my head toward him. “Until she fucks up? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Why are you sticking up for her, Walker?” The longer Hart stared at me, the softer his eyes became. “Ah, I see why. It wasn’t just a hookup, was it? You’ve got a thing for this woman.”
“You see nothing.” I turned my focus to Eden and said, “I’ll let you know about the NDA,” and I got up and walked out.
Me
You can come in for your shift tonight.
TheSkyIsn’tMyLimit
You’re saying I still have a job?
Me
Yes.
