I wasn’t sure why I was starting to feel nerves bubble up inside me. It was an unwelcome feeling. I turned to face the view of the city, awake and alive as the sun beamed down over the skyrises and Central Park. I reminded myself of who I was and how hard I worked to get up here in one of the highest buildings in Manhattan. Men like me, far and few, didn’tgetnervous. Especially over a woman. No matter how good she tasted.
Still, it worried me how much I wanted to taste her again.
Chapter 13
Juliet
The nerves in the office were vibrating from desk to desk as everyone wondered what the hell was going on. I wondered if what Mia said was true, about someone getting the axe. I swallowed hard, running through all the reasons why I would be the one getting fired. Starting with the major one of me sleeping with the man upstairs. My boss’s boss. The freaking CEO.
Maybe Chester had realized we had made a passionate, tipsy mistake last night. Maybe he realized what went on between us in the limo, on the elevator, all over his apartment, was too complicated to keep me around. The thought made my stomach tie itself in knots as I looked toward the door of Mike’s office just across the hall.
I could just imagine the conversation playing out between the two of them as Chester came up with some excuse as to why he needed to let me go. I was the least experienced here within the company, with the least tenure. Blah blah blah. I was sure he would be able to think of something. He was called a “hatchet man” after all. I wanted to bury my face in my hands, but I didn’t want to give Mia the satisfaction of thinking she got to me.
She would probably do a little dance on my desk once I was fired, celebrating the fact that I was gone. I still couldn’t wrap my head around why she hated me so much, or why she now sat at her desk with a smug look on her face. Was it seriously about the livestream? I still couldn’t believe that had only been yesterday. It seemed like I had lived three lifetimes since then.
After what felt like a lifetime of sitting on pins and needles, Mike’s office door opened and Chester strode out. I could have sworn he gave me a little wink as he passed by the door, but he wouldn’t be so emboldened to do so. Would he? And would he be winking at the employee he just fired? I shook my head slightly, trying to figure out what the look could have meant. As I internally scratched my head, I noticed Sarah staring at me with a dumbfounded look on her face.
She rolled her office chair toward me and whispered. “Wait, is that the guy from the club?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Maybe…” I said, trying to stop the color from rising to my cheeks as I covered my mouth to hold in a giggle.
“That’s the freaking CEO!” she whispered loudly.
“Shhhh!” I said, putting a finger to my mouth.
“You’ve got game, girl,” she whispered with a shake of her head, before rolling back to her seat.
I waved her off, unable to hide the smile that crossed my lips.
“This isn’t over,” she said, wagging her finger at me. “I need details.”
I looked down at my desk and shook my head, but not before seeing the look on Mia’s face. Her brows were drawn in and she was stewing about something. I had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with Chester. Had she seen the look he gave me? Was she onto something? If anyone were to figure it out, she would be the one to dig through my dirty laundry to try and ruin everything.
I pushed the thought from my head just as Mike strode into the office. My stomach sank as he approached my desk, rapping his fingers nervously on the wooden surface.
“Juliet, can we have a quick chat?” he asked, running a hand through his invisible hair on the top of his head.
I swallowed hard.
“S-sure.” I nodded.
I heard Mia snicker from the back of the room. I ignored it and followed Mike to his office where the smell of Chester’s colognestill lingered. It brought me right back to the night before. The reason why I was probably about to get fired. I braced myself as Mike took a seat behind his desk, and gestured for me to sit across from him.
“I’m afraid you’re being transferred out of accounting,” he said grimly.
“B-but I just started. Please,” I said, hating how desperate I sounded, but I didn’t want to lose this job.
“Now, now. You’re not getting fired.” Mike put his hand up as if to comfort me.
“I’m not?” I asked confused.
He shook his head. “Mr. Brandfield has requested you to be transferred.”
“Wh-where?”
“Upstairs. He wants you to be his personal assistant.”
I jerked my head back in surprise. This was the last thing I expected.
