Dammit, the man’s calling me now? Seriously?
So, my half-naked ass thought it was a good idea to pick up the phone.
“Yes, Mr. Cataline?”
His curt tone of voice filtered through the cell phone. “You forgot to sync your schedule with mine. I have notifications that you made changes, but you didn’t hit the ‘sync’ button.”
I slid myself into some pajama pants. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll open it up and do just that.”
“Did you get any of my emails, by the way?”
I blinked. “Emails?”
He sighed. “You have a work email. Did you not find the notebook I left for you in the top-right slot of your desk?”
I sat on the edge of my bed with my pajama pants dangling around my knees. “I was pretty much thrown into phone calls the second I sat down at my desk, and you want to know if I had enough time to rummage around and find stuff you hid for me like an Easter egg hunt?”
He fell silent before his tone grew harsh again. “If this isn’t a job you can handle—”
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t have time to check an email I didn’t know I had or rummage around through the desk. I’ll be in an hour earlier than necessary tomorrow to give myself time to go through it.”
“Good, because I need you to be abreast of what’s happening. We have a business trip in two weeks that we’re taking, so you’ll need to book our tickets as well as a place to stay. Also, I need you to get your schedule synced up and confirm a few things I’ve already put on there. Namely, I need to know if you can work later than scheduled Friday evening because I need you for a yacht clean-up.”
I stood to my feet and pulled up my pants. “Yes, I can stay later Friday. I’ll make sure my—ugh—babysitter—shit. I mean, crap.”
“What in the world are you doing over there?”
I laughed breathlessly. “Just hard to listen to you whine and complain while I’m trying to get dressed.”
The second the words fell from my tongue, I wanted to melt into a puddle and die. I’d never done well with people who were naturally condescending to others, and I had a natural knack for getting them to shut up. But, since this man just so happened to be my new fucking boss, one would have figured my mouth would’ve reeled it in a bit.
And yet, here we were with me cursing and spouting off bullshit in my hot boss’s ear while he debated on whether or not to fire me on the spot.
But instead of firing me, he simply drew in a deep breath that even I heard through the phone. “This yacht appointment is important. It’s a good friend of mine who happens to be a top-notch A-list Hollywood star. He’s invested a lot of money in my rental business, so it needs to be special.”
The care in his voice caught me off-guard, and it softened my heart a bit towards him. “I’ll make sure I’m there for it, then.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
His words startled me. “Uh, you’re—you’re welcome. Yeah. Of course.”
“I’ll see you bright and early at nine in the morning. And remember, it’s your last day of training before you start full-time Wednesday.”
Shit, I have to call Suri.“Yes, I won’t forget.”
“And make sure to sync your calendar before you go to bed.”
I snatched my tank top off the floor. “Will do.”
“Great. Have a good evening.”
“You too, Mr. Cataline.”
And when we hung up, I tossed my phone onto the mattress so I could pull my shirt over my head.
Then, I sat against my mattress, pulled my laptop into my lap, and decided to chisel away at some of this stuff while Aurora was still napping.
9
