You’d think that, being head over heels in love with the man, I wouldwantto see him, but that’s not me. After that fateful day, I made every excuse I could to avoid seeing James if I knew he’d be around. Having him thrown in my face and knowing I can’t have him? That’s torture of the purest form, and I just… can’t. I’d rather dig my head in the sand and pretend he doesn’t exist while also comparing every man I meet to him.
It’s an endless cycle I can’t seem to get myself out of.
With a shake of my head, I concentrate on work. It’s been hectic to say the least. College students and professors, a never-ending supply of customers walking through the door. Some nice, some not so much. My feet ache and my back’s killing me, but I keep going with a smile on my face because really, what else can I do? I won’t get any tips if I’m rude.
I’m wiping down the counter when I hear the doorbell chime. I paste on my customer service face before glancing at the newcomer. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I grin at my best friend.
“I know. I could say the same about you.” Strolling further into the shop, Mia props herself against the counter. “I missed you, so I thought I’d pop in, help you close up?”
I could honestly kiss this girl right now.
“Have I told you how much I love you recently?” I exclaim in delight, my tired feet thanking her.
Mia laughs. “Not today, but there’s still time.”
Grabbing a cloth from the side, Mia starts cleaning down tables while I clean the coffee machine—it’s the part I hate the most, having to take half of the machine apart to get it clean isnotmy idea of a good time.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Mia says, bringing dirty cups to the counter. “I got an internship with your dad.”
“You did?” I ask, confused. “I didn’t know you applied. That’s great, though, I’m really happy for you.”
“I didn’t want to say anything.” Mia shrugs. “Instead of using my degree, I’m going to be interning for your dad. Doesn’t that seem a little… weird?”
I stop cleaning the machine, giving her my full attention, my eyebrows furrowing. “Why would it be? You aren’t the same person you were when you started college; none of us are. If you feel working for my dad is the right thing for you, then what’s the problem?”
She braces her arms on the counter, playing with the cloth in her hand. “I guess I just feel like people are going to judge me? ‘Oh, look at Mia, she wanted to be a lawyer but now she’s a PA to a billionaire, how pathetic.’”
My eyes soften. “Honey, there’s nothing pathetic about you. You’re just doing what all of us are trying to do—figure out life the best way we know how. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Maybe,” she says pensively. Standing up straight, she gives me a wicked grin. “But I do get to spend time with your dad, who is hot as fuck might I add.” Mia fans herself as her eyes roll back into her head.
“You make me sick.” I fake gag at the image. “Please do noteverutter those words about my dad again.” I shiver before pointing out the obvious. “You do remember he’s married, right?”
“I know,” she sighs. “It’s such a tragedy. What I wouldn’t give?—”
I throw the cloth at her, grimacing. “Please stop, that’s a sight I don’t need to imagine,” I laugh.
Mia catches the cloth, chuckling. “I’ll wash the dishes, you finish up cleaning the tables.”
Chapter Four
JAMES
Strolling into the office, I hear phones ringing, people talking, and heels clacking on the marble flooring. The rush of endorphins I get every time I walk in here never gets old. I worked for this, this is all me… well, and Drew, but it’s our hard work that’s paid off. Watching the hive of activity fluttering around as I hit the button on the elevator never fails to bring a smile to my face.
Growing up with an abusive father and an absentee mother, having something that was just mine, breathes life into me every time I think of it. I didn’t use a single cent of his money, nor the inheritance I received at twenty-one. I gave that to charity, sending a big old fuck you to Daddy dearest. I’ve never regretted cutting ties with him, and I don’t think I ever will.
Stepping off the elevator, I walk the few steps toward my office, the bright gold lettering of Carter and Smith proudly showing. I push open the door, immediately seeing Rebecca, my PA, sitting at her desk,furiously typing on her keyboard. She looks completely frazzled and not altogether pleased.
Why do I feel like I’m about to get the lecture of my life?
“Any reason why the keyboard’s getting it this morning?” I chuckle, stopping in front of her.
Rebecca whips her gaze up, leveling a glare at me. Her long brunette hair that’s tied back in a severe ponytail only adds to her scariness, and I instantly take a step back, fearing for my life.
“It’s a good thing I like you,” she snaps, pointing a finger at me. “I’ve had to field calls from jilted ex-lovers at least five times already this morning, and it’s not even 9 a.m., James.”
“I can’t help it if they’re still calling me years later. I’m just irresistible.” I wink, trying to lighten the mood.
