Maybe after a good hate fuck he’d treat me with the slightest bit of decency.
“I really need a different job,” I said breathlessly.
6
Rebecca
“Morning, sleepyhead!”
I lurched upright with a piece of paper stuck to my cheek. “Holy shit!”
Brit giggled as she walked a cup of coffee toward me. “Spent the night in the office, huh? That happens sometimes. Mr. Ryker doesn’t care if we stay late, so long as we turn in our work on time.”
I squinted my eyes. “Uh, what time… I—uh…?”
She set the coffee on my desk. “Sounds like you need this just as much as I do.”
Then, I picked up my almost-dead cell phone and clocked the time. “Oh, no.”
She perched on the edge of my desk. “What is it?”
I stood to my feet. “No, no, no, no!”
“What!?”
I picked up my work in my arms and ran for my door. “Gotta go! Sorry! Be right back!”
But, as I rushed toward the stairs, I ran smack dab into a familiar face.
“What the hell?” Tommy asked.
I crashed to the floor with all of my work falling around me and I squeezed my eyes closed so I wouldn’t cry in front of everyone. I turned onto my knees and started trying to reorganize things as quickly as possible, even though I only had fifteen minutes to get it upstairs and onto JoJo’s desk.
However, Tommy didn’t bend down to help.
“Aren’t you going to help me out?” I asked breathlessly.
He snickered. “After you stood me up? Are you insane? I just came up here to ask you why in the world you haven’t come to apologize yet.”
I paused. “Didn’t you get my email?”
He shrugged. “Should there have even been an email?”
I stared up at him blankly before my brain kicked back into gear. I didn’t have time to fight with this idiot on whether or not he got an email. I had to get this stuff up to JoJo before I lost my job and my future along with it. I gathered everything into my arms again and threw myself at the stairs, ignoring Tommy calling out for me because “we needed to talk.”
Fuck talking.
I was just trying to save my own hide.
“Hold on! Coming through! Important paperwork!”
JoJo’s secretary stood up. “You need any help?”
“Please tell me he’s not in his office yet,” I said as I reached for his doorknob.
His secretary came over to unlock it for me. “Not quite yet. He’s not due for another few minutes.”
“Thank fuck,” I said with a sigh of relief.
