“I came to the happy hour I never attend to foil your plans, didn’t I?”
I smiled.
He pointed to my mouth. “Don’t gloat.”
“I’m not gloating.”I’m totally gloating.
Jagger shook his head. “I answered your questions, but you didn’t answer mine.”
“No, I wasn’t looking for a hook-up. I was looking to drown my sorrows.”
“Why are you sad?”
“I’m not, really. Maybesorrowisn’t the right word. I was just feeling sorry for myself.”
“Is the internship not what you expected?”
I shook my head. “No, the internship is great. It’s not that. It’s my ex, the one who just married my stepsister Colette. Apparently they’re having a baby.”
Jagger squinted. “The wedding was only a week ago. I thought the douche came from a religious family?”
I smiled at the term of endearment he’d used for Brendan. “He does. The only good thing about the surprise announcement is they are probably very disappointed in him.”
Jagger looked into my eyes. “The man is really a damn fool.”
He turned his attention back to the view, and after a minute, I started to feel awkward. He’d brought me up here to give me a change of clothes and stop me from making an idiot out of myself, and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.
“Well, I should get going. Thank you for giving me a shirt. I’ll have it cleaned and return it to you.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have a closet full.”
Jagger made no effort to move, so I took another ten seconds to enjoy the view before turning away. “I’ll see you next week.”
Halfway to the door, he still hadn’t left his spot in front of the window. “Wait.”
I stopped.
“I ordered enough food for two. Why don’t you put something in your stomach before you travel home? It’ll just take me a minute to go get it.”
I really didn’t want to leave yet. “If you don’t mind, that would be great.”
Jagger walked to the kitchen counter and picked up his wallet and keys. “You should wait here. The party is probably still going on downstairs.”
“Oh.” I nodded. “Yeah, right. It wouldn’t look good if people saw the boss walking out with an intern, especially one wearing his shirt.”
“I give no fucks what people think of me. What I do is my business. You’re welcome to come, if you want. I just don’t want to subject you to scrutiny.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “Can I snoop around while you’re gone?”
Jagger’s lip twitched. “Knock yourself out.”
I watched the elevator doors slide closed before spinning around to take in the apartment again. I’d just been given free rein to peek into the nooks and crannies of Jagger’s personal life, and I suddenly felt like a kid in a candy store. I didn’t want to waste a minute. The living room and kitchen were gorgeous, but those I could eyeball more when he was here. So I headed down the hallway where I’d gone for the bathroom and started to open each door.
The first room was a home office. It had an oversized desk and the same incredible skyline view as the living room. A quick peek at the bookshelves looked to be more of the same of what I’d already seen in his office, so I quickly pulled the door shut and kept going.
A big spare room on the opposite side of the wall. Nice, but nothing too juicy in there.
A gym as big as my apartment back in California.
