“Why were you talking to Calvin?”
“I didn’t know who he was,” I said. “I honestly still don’t, and I’m about to leave.”
“His name is in my enemies list via the binder I gave you on your first day,” he said. “You should’ve had that memorized by now.”
“Well, between your impossible workload and my lack of sleep, forgive me for not memorizing your revenge yearbook.”
“You should be apologizing for making excuses instead.”
“Okay, Mr. Cross.” I leaned closer. “I’ll apologize.”
“Don’t make me wait too long for it.”
“Fuck you.” I yanked my arm free and pushed through the crowd.
My heels echoed across the lobby’s marble as I ran past the front desk. Not wanting to wait for the elevators, I rushed past them and headed for the emergency stairwell.
The door slammed behind me, and I was halfway up the first flight when it burst open again.
“Andrea, stop.” Harrison’s voice boomed through the space, but I didn’t bother looking over my shoulder.
I continued running up.
“Andrea…”
I made it to the second level, my hand on the door, but he caught me from behind and pressed me against the cement wall.
“Where the hell are you going?” he asked, his face red. “Better yet, who the hell do you think you were talking to?”
“You, Harrison Asshole Cross.” I seethed. “I was talking to you—and I’m going the hell home.”
“Did I miss a note about this conference being over early?”
“You’ve missed a lot of things.”
“My pilot won’t take off without me.”
“I know how to fly commercial.” I pushed at his chest, but he caged me in with his arms.
“The person in the wrong here right now is you, Miss Andrea ‘Flirting with the Enemy’ Stone.” He gritted his teeth. “Looked like you were seconds away from going back to his room and letting him have his way with you.”
I slapped his face—harder than I intended—but I didn’t regret it.
He let out a stunned breath, looking like he was seconds away from losing it, but I didn’t wait for his reaction.
“You’re in the wrong, Harrison.” My voice was hoarse. “You’ve been in the wrong for weeks, and I’m tired of being your personal yo-yo and balancing my life on the beam of how you feel like treating me day to day.”
“I’m not supposed to be here assisting you with anything, and you know that,” I said. “We both know that… But because I don’t have any other job prospects or options, you think that means I’m stuck serving you forever, but guess what?”
He didn’t guess.
“I won’t be stuck with anyone who doesn’t value or respect me, so I’m leaving you. Tonight.”
His eyes narrowed, and I took the chance to move by him again, but he refused to let me.
“You’re not leaving me,” he said, his voice firm. “Especially not tonight.”
“Don’t make me go back in there and tell everyone exactly what I think of you.”
