I wished it were true… that he was my least-favorite person. He was growing on me, even with his grumpy-ass ways. It was clear my hormones were happily steering this ship straight to the bottom of the ocean. I was waiting for them to get tired and go home or at least have a nap for a few weeks. To be fair to them though, they’d been through a fairly long dry patch. I supposed it was good they were still alive and hadn’t left me altogether.
Curtis had stopped right behind me. Even though I was probably imagining things, I could feel the heat from his body. Why did he have to affect me this way?
Please, God, can he not notice I’m turned on?
I fumbled my keys and took two goes to get it into the lock. Bosshole chuckled behind me. Once I’d cracked the door open, I held it and turned. Boy, was that a mistake. My boobs were a couple of inches from his chest. If I just swayed a bit, I could smush them against his broadness. Maybe this was the beer talking?Mmhmm, that must be it. I managed a strangled “Goodnight.”
He smiled again, taunting dimples forming on each side of his kissable mouth. The way he was staring at me was…. The sudden intensity had my head spinning, chasing my stomach to the ground as if I’d just had another beer.
He slowly lifted his hand, hovering it near my cheek. Was he going to touch my face? And why? It couldn’t be because he actually wanted to for romantic reasons. Was there food on it or a bug? At the last second, he lowered his arm and shook his head. “Sleep well, Donut Girl. I’ll see you Monday.”
He turned and walked away, leaving me with the girl boner from hell and more questions than I had two hours ago. What had just happened or not happened, and would things be different on Monday? WouldIbe different on Monday? Who really was Curtis Knight?
I vowed to get to the bottom of it before the end of next week because the more time I spent with him, the less likely I was to be able to do the job his aunt and father were paying me to do without throwing myself at Curtis. Did he know what I was up to? Was him thawing toward me strategic? Argh, I had no idea.
It was time to bring in the big guns. Tomorrow I’d tell Amy all about it, and to hell with my NDA. Besides, she was a lawyer, and I could trust her not to tell anyone. I really hoped she could help because I was running out of time. I needed to find evidence of something soon—Curtis’s innocence or guilt—or I was going to lose my job.
Stephanie and Knight Senior wanted answers. And they expected me to deliver them.
CHAPTER 17
FAITH
On Saturday morning, I crawled out of bed at noon. After a huge glass of water and two headache tablets, I made a coffee. Amy walked in while I sat cradling my mug on the couch, my legs stretched in front of me as I leaned in the corner between the arm and cushioned chair back, attempting to shake off the aftereffects of last night—both alcoholic and bossholic.
Amy, dressed for a run in the cold, sat on the armchair next to my end of the couch. “Looks like you had a good night.” She grinned. “I got your text saying it was a coworker’s birthday. I’m so glad you’re fitting in so well.”
I rubbed at my aching temples. “There’s something I haven’t told you.” I looked at her, doing my best not to cringe.
She frowned. “What do you mean?” Her mouth dropped open. “Ooh, did you get somelast night?”
“What? No!”
“Well, it’s been a while. That’s all. So, spill.” She leaned back in the chair, obviously not in a hurry to exercise, which was a shame because I’d have to tell her everything right now.
“I’ve been moved out of marketing. For the past week, I’ve been PAing for Mr. Hottie McBosshole.”
She turned her head to the side just so she could side-eye me. “Say what now?”
I sighed and stared at the window, rain splatting against the glass. What a shit day for a run. Also a shit day for spilling my secrets. Any day would be, really, but I was desperate. I needed advice from a sane mind. She was the only one I had who fit that description—Ididn’t even fit that description, especially not the way I was right now. Totally confused, hungover, and scared of losing my job but also wanting to do the right thing. Did Curtis need to be stopped, or did those trying to stop him need to be stopped?God, please let me escape my brain. If only I could leave my body for a day and take a break.
“Are you still there? Earth to Faith. Hello?” Amy leaned forward and waved her hand in front of my face.
“Argh, sorry. Okay, so you have to promise not to repeat this to anyone. This is lawyer/client privilege.”
She laughed. “No, it’s not, but I won’t say anything. You know I’m a vault.”
“I signed an NDA.”
Her eyebrows rose. “You’re about to risk being sued.”
It was my turn to laugh. “I have nothing for them to take. Unless they want my mom. Wouldn’t that be awesome. I’d go breaking NDAs every day if it meant someone would take her away.”
She chuckled. “As funny as that is, are you sure you want to tell me?”
“Yes. I’m in way too deep, and I’m pretty much screwed right now, and not in the good way. But in a Mark kind of way, where your life turns to shit, and you never even had an orgasm to show for it.” Why did he live in my head rent free? Every bad experience had a thought of him attached. The healing process really should be quicker. It was rather inconvenient.
“Come on, then. Tell me everything. I got you. Also, do I need a body bag and a shovel? We could drive to Florida where the ground isn’t so frozen.”
