Chastity raised her eyebrows. “Ohhh…you naughty minx. I didn’t know you were so into him.”
“I’m not! It was an accident. I was just practicing and then you ducked and he and I locked eyes, but by then it was already too late! I couldn’t just stop mid-wink. It would have looked like I was having a stroke.”
“Suuuure.”
“I’m serious!”
The guy meeting with Xander got up and walked out of the office.
Please don’t talk to me next. Please don’t talk to me next.I repeated it over and over in my head, but it didn’t stop the inevitable. The guy came directly for me.
“Ashley?” he asked.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Frost would like to speak with you in his office.”
No!
“Good luck,” said Chastity. “And remember…everyone can see right into his office. So don’t do anything too crazy.”
“I’ll try to control myself.” I got up and took a deep breath.Here we go.When I was halfway to his office, I strongly considered just making a sharp left turn, getting on the elevator, and never coming back. But then I’d be unemployed again. And while I’d been able to save up some money over the past few months, it wasn’t nearly enough to go for any length of time in NYC with no job.If only Monopoly money was real currency.
So I walked into Xander’s office.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked.
Xander looked up from his laptop. “Please take a seat.”
I sat down. On my hands for some reason.Is this how normal people sit?Why could I no longer remember how seats worked? Should I get up and pop a squat on the armrest instead? That seemed better… But he started talking so I just sat there on my hands staring at him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Miss Cooper.”
Does that mean he remembers me? Damn it!“Same to you, Xander.”
“Call me Mr. Frost.”
“Uh, okay.”Weird.“So what did you want to talk to me about?”Please don’t mention the molestation. Or the saucy wink.
He leaned back in his big leather chair. “I was hoping you could bring me up to speed on the accounts you handle.”
Thank God.“Well, I’m the account manager for Mills Winery, and…”
“That’s the Wineflix and Chill brand, right?”
“Yup. I was actually the one that came up with that idea for rebranding.”
Mr. Frost nodded. “Is that why everyone thought that you should have gotten this job instead of me?”
“Yeah,” I said without thinking.Shit!Why did I say that?
“And what doyouthink?” His icy blue eyes bore into my soul.
“No, I… I just…” I couldn’t find the right words.
“You just what? Think you’re better than me?”
I had no idea how to respond to that. I was sure I was moments away from getting fired. And now my hands were starting to sweat. I pulled them out from underneath of me and the chair made a weird noise. Almost like a tiny fart. Did he hear that? I felt my face turning red. Now he probably thought I was fartingandthat I thought I was better than him.
