Dex growls. “But if she writes the article then it will be full ofherideas.”
“Precisely my point.” Gail isn’t kidding.
“Okay, hold on a second. Everyone?” Dex says as he stands. “Let’s take a vote. Should it be me or Jane? Raise your hand if you think Jane could write the piece better.”
The majority of people raise their hands. Jerks. Why couldn’t they keep their hands to themselves? I don’t want to write the stupid article!
“Fine. We all have a difference of opinion on this, but that doesn’t mean you’re right. It just means you want a mediocre account of—”
“Sit back down and stop before someone calls HR,” Gail snaps.
Damn it. Dex is an arrogant ass, but I was rooting for him. I know zilch about one-night-stands. I swallow the knot in my throat and speak up, “How am I supposed to get research?”
Gail blinks rapidly in my direction. “You want to continue to write articles for this magazine, right?” I didn’t think it was possible, but her eyes blink faster. “You want to be part of this team, right?”
I numbly nod my head and try not to vomit. Not only is Gail giving me the most humiliating article to write, I just remembered Nate is here witnessing it.
“Good girl. Oh, and how many followers do you have on all your social media right this moment?” she asks, smirking.
“A little over half a million on each,” I whisper.
“Good. The one-night stand…I want parts of it live,” she says, smiling wide. “Stay after and I’ll give you all the details I want in the story.Ooooh, we could even use Tinder.”
Holy shit.
Karma, you crazy bitch.
Chapter 4
The conference is over and I’m hiding in the bathroom, crying.
Let’s see how’s my Wednesday is going so far.
It’s Horrible Hump Day, hosted by Karma the Bitch.
1) I met the man of my dreams, Kiss Cam man aka Mr. Perfect.
2) He’s sleeping with my best friend.
3) I am being forced to Tinder date a loser for an article and post all about it. Live!
Oh God, what the hell am I supposed to do? I feel like I should tell Julia. But what in the world would that accomplish? She’s talking about him being more than just a fling. I don’t want to hurt heror him.
I wonder if Nate will say anything. He just went about his business when she introduced us, like kissing me in front of a stadium full of people and pulling my heart right out of my mouth was nothing.
Oh God. Maybe he doesn’t even remember it. Maybe he doesn’t even have a clue it was me.
There’s no point in saying anything about the kiss, is there? Me saying something isn’t going to change the train of events. Julia and Nate would still be together and I would just be more embarrassed. If I say nothing, maybe, this way at least, Nate wouldn’t think it meant that much to me, like it was a tiny blip of a kiss in so many other kisses in the history of the world—like it measured up to kissing your brother or your pet.
Shit.
There’s a knock at the bathroom door.
“Um, yes. Someone’s in here,” I clear my throat, trying to hide my alarm that someone is coming in and about to see what a blubbering hot mess I am.
Nate slips through the door. His gives me a sad smile and locks the door behind him.
This was actually one of my Mr. Perfect fantasies, but this time I don’t think it’ll end the way I imagined it would. I press myself as far back into the wall as I could. There needs to be a lot of space between us right now. I feel like I could do something foolish at any moment. Like grab onto him and sob.
