Miles?
I sent a quick text back toconfirm, and got another answer straight away.
Unknown: Yes. Sorry. Ijust woke up.
He just woke up and hewanted me at his apartment? That was… odd.
I wondered for a second if Iwasbeing called in for uh… services of the non-professional variety, butMiles didn’t quite seem the type. A booty call wasn’t the same thing as ahookup.
Which, I realized, probablymeant something hadhappened.
I saved Miles’ number in ahurry and stood, shoving my phone in my pocket.
“Hey, I might need your helpon this one at some point. Starting to think there’s something weird going onhere. Your kind of weird.”
“My kind of weird?” Foxasked, doing his best to look offended. The result was more of an underwearmodel pout, which was actually a pretty good look for him.
“Mystery weird. I’ll…explain later. I think something’s going on.”
“Go,” Fox said, shooing mewith a lazy wave of his hand. “Save your damsel in distress.”
“More of a prince,” I saidwryly. “He’s an Emerson.”
“I sense that name is meantto mean something to me, and yet…”
“Look up Emerson Medical.” Igrabbed my jacket, throwing it on, and then remembered the suit I’d picked upyesterday afternoon. The whole tailoring job had only been a three-hour wait.
It was nice to work for therich and famous, sometimes.
But it also meant that if Ididn’tgo home and change, Miles’ PA would judge me. For whatever reason, I caredabout avoiding that. I guess because she had the air of a school teacher whojustknewyou could getbetter grades if you applied yourself.
“I’ll call you later,” Ipromised on my way out the door. Fifteen minutes would take me home and dressme, and another ten to Miles’ place. If it was more urgent than that, he wouldhave called the cops.
I hoped.
SEVEN
MILES
“WHY HAVEN'T YOU called the cops?” Grayasked the moment he saw the mess in my apartment. “I mean, I’m assuming herethatyoudidn’t do this.”
“I woke up to the sound ofthe front door closing,” I explained, which was close enough to the truth. Ifigured I’d actually been woken by the sound of the bookcase falling, but hadn’tquite registered it.
Now that I wasn’t scared for mylife anymore, I was mad at whoever did this for interrupting a perfectly goodsex dream.
And wrecking my apartment,but that could all be fixed. The sex dream, I might never have had again.
Gray looked so damned goodin the suit Amanda had forced him to get. I would have been happy for him tostick to his jeans and leather jacket, just to complete the bad boy look, butthis…this was also good.
Jamison & Sons weremiracle workers when it came to tailoring, especially when they had a perfectmodel of masculinity like Gray to work with.
“I didn’t want to make anynoise, in case they were still in the apartment. So I waited until I was surethey weren’t.”
Gray looked at me for a fewlong seconds, a whole range of emotions washing over his face. He started offannoyed, then softened to understanding, and then, I thought, grudgingly landedon pride. I’ddone the right thing.
“Okay. Obviously, the wholepoint of hiring me is you can call me whenever, but… this is serious.”
“You don’t say,” I snapped,and immediately regretted it. Gray’s open expression closed off, his eyeshardening, and my stomach dropped.
