“Oh, you mean the way you’re facing the repercussions of faking your relationship?” she retorts venomously. While the smile on her thick lips is sugary sweet.
“Keeping tabs on me?”
“You wish.”
I suppress a smile. “Did your ex show up again?”
Twin red spots appear on her cheeks at my unexpected question. Licking her lips, she stammers, “I-if you want us to work together, my personal life is off-limits to you.”
“I haven’t signed a contract to work with you yet. So, technically, I’m allowed to ask.” Leaning forward with my hands steepled on the table, I prod, “Has he come to see you again?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“I don’t remember you being so closed off.”
“Too bad I remember you being an ass.”
“What were you expecting, angel? Flowers and a date after we agreed it was going to be nothing but sex.” Shaking my head, I tsk. “I know you were inexperienced, but I thought you were smart enough to know how a one-night stand works.”
“I know how it works,” she snaps.
Fuck! Who knew such fierceness was hiding underneath the doleful girl? Craving more of it, I feign hurt. “Then what’s with the hostility?”
“Now who’s being dense?”
“There you go insulting me again.”
“I’m literally repeatingyourwords.”
“Ran out of your colorful vocabulary?”
“Gosh! You’re so annoying.”
“Lame.”
Her little fists clench on the table as her face turns a nice shade of flushed. Leaning forward with both hands on the surface, she lets loose, “Fine. You want an explanation? I’ll give you one. You tricked me with your charming act, your lies, and pretending to be heartbroken over your ex, which wasn’t even a real relationship, just to get in my pants. I sure as hell didn’t deserve the way you treated me afterward. I get it was just sex to get each other out of our systems and get over our broken hearts, but when all was said and done, you couldn’t wait to discard me like yesterday’s trash. In the end, you made me what you called me. A whore. So yeah, I will call you an arrogant and lying piece of shit.”
She pants as I keep staring at her. I don’t drop my gaze to her breasts, figuring it won’t go over well. “Have you got it all out? Or is there more residual anger left? I would rather you let it all out now rather than after you become my publicist.”
“T-that’s it?” She gapes.
“What else were you expecting?”
“An apology,” she utters haughtily.
“For what?” I drawl, dropping my voice an octave. “Sorry for bringing you to two orgasms? For getting rid of your ex? For helping you every time you asked for it?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“You’re naïve.”
Darkness flashes across her soulful eyes as she murmurs, “Not anymore.”
I ignore the hard impact her answer has. Especially the part of me that wonders how much of a role I play in it. “Are you as amazing at your job as your boss praised?”
“Everything she said was true,” she says, grateful for the switch in topic.
Whether or not she admits it, the little outburst helped her get some of the anger off her chest. “Since you’re aware of the recent rumors floating about me…”
