“It’s a Manhattan rite of passage to sleep with your rich boss. You’re lucky that Grayson is at least hot. When he’s bored of you, then you can probably convince him to pay you off. Hopefully we can bump up the price so that we can all move.”
Worry churned my stomach.
“He’s going to get tired of me?” I squeaked out.
McKenna sighed loudly. “This is why normal men don’t want to be bothered with virgins. You get too attached. And you bleed.”
“Oh my gosh. I can’t bleed all over his bed.” I felt panicky. “This is going to be so embarrassing. It’s going to be like when I got my period in fifth grade and I was wearing a white skirt.”
“Grayson’s pessimism is catching. It’s not going to be as bad as middle school. Think positive thoughts. You did horseback riding, right? So it probably won’t be a lot,” my friend assured me.
“Maybe I just need to stay away from him,” I fretted.
“No way! Do this for all of us who are trapped in the realm of terror created by Anthym. The assistant lowest on the totem pole is about to sleep with the boss Anthym’s been after since she stepped off that elevator for the first day on the job. She is going to explode with jealousy.”
“She cannot find out,” I warned. “You heard her. I’m on thin ice.”
“Don’t dillydally on this one,” McKenna whispered to me. “You’re going to have to regroom everything if you wait too long.”
I stifleda yawn a few hours later as I labeled the last of the metal boxes that were holding the presentation materials created by the marketing department.
The courier handed McKenna a form. Anthym was home, packing for the plane that was leaving later that night and begrudgingly allowed McKenna to sign.
“Done!” I crowed.
“I’m beat,” McKenna declared, kicking off her shoes and lying down on the floor.
My phone rang. I groaned.
“Hi, Anthym.”
“Why haven’t you packed Mr. Richmond’s suitcases yet? The flight leaves in four hours.”
McKenna mimed lifting up a glass to her lips.
“You told me to have everything laid out, but that you need to pack for him,” I said, my anxiety spiking.
“I am not packing for Mr. Richmond,” Anthym said tersely. “This is the most important trip of Mr. Richmond’s career, and you should have had him packed yesterday.”
“But I—” I stammered.
“Get it done immediately, Lexi, or you’re fired.”
The line went dead.
“I can’t believe she’s going to pass up an opportunity to sniff Mr. Richmond’s clothes,” McKenna remarked.
“She sets me up for failure,” I said to McKenna as I raced around, gathering my things. “I’m going to have to take an Uber over to the penthouse.”
“It’s rush hour. You better take the train,” McKenna called as I furiously pressed the down button on the elevator.
My heart was racing as I hurried through the lobby. I ran out of the office, wishing I had been keeping up with my running.
“Tomorrow. Since Anthym and Grayson will be gone, you are running tomorrow,” I wheezed as I raced outside to the train station.
“There’s a guy on the tracks,” a police officer told me as I almost tripped down the stairs. “Walk to the next station.”
“The next station is a different train line,” I gasped. “I’m not going to make it in time.”
