Page 25 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"Good luck," Juniper says, and we watch as Skye walks out of the room. I look over at Juniper and she makes a face.

"Kingston sucks, huh?"

"He kind of does," Juniper says with a little giggle and nod.

"I didn't want to say that to Skye, but he did seem like a jerk. I still hope she gets the job. It'll be cool if we all work together. We can go to lunch and stuff."

"That would be really nice." Juniper nods.

The door closes behind Skye and Vivian starts up again. "Hopefully we won't have any more interruptions. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to take out a pen. We're going to start filling out some forms. I hope you all have your social security cards and a form of ID. We will also complete some tax paperwork as well and?—"

There's another knock on the door and she lets out an irritated grunt. "Do people not know I'm trying to run a meeting here?" she says in a self-important voice before opening the door. "Can I help you?" Immediately, her voice lowers. "Oh, sorry. Mr. Spector. I didn't realize it was you." I freeze. What does Max Spector want? "Yes, she must be in here. I was about to start the training, but…" She nods. "Yes, sir. Of course." She steps back into the room. "Is there a Lila Haversham?"

"That's me," I say, holding my hand up.

"Mr. Spector needs you to do some urgent work, so I'm going to have to speak to you tomorrow morning along with Skye to go over this paperwork."

"Oh, okay," I say. I look down at Juniper and watch as she scribbles her number on a piece of paper and hands it to me. "Thank you, I will text you later." I stand up and head toward the door. "Thank you, Vivian. I?—"

"I'll see you in the morning." She sounds pissed as she shakes her head, as if I'm the one that said I had to go and not Max.

I step outside and find Max standing there looking at something on his phone. "Okay, let's go," he says, without looking up at me.

"Really?" I say, feeling pissed at myself. "That's how you're going to speak to me?"

He looks up at me slowly, his eyes boring into mine as he frowns. "Sorry, what?"

"I was just in a meeting, filling out paperwork and trying to ensure that I am set up for this job. You just pulled me out of the training that you sent me to and?—"

He just stares at me. I hate that he doesn't say anything. It unnerves me. "Are you going to keep going?" he asks. "Or are you done?"

"I just think you're so rude."

"Is this because I didn't offer you a million dollars to sleep with me, even though I know you would've slept with me for free?"

I bite down on my lip to stop from cussing him. "I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth. In fact, I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man in the universe."

"Tell me how that's different," he says, his blue eyes twinkling, and I ignore the flutter in my heart. Why does he affect me so?

"What?"

"Tell me how it's different."

"Tell you how what's different?"

"You said you wouldn't sleep with me if I was the last man on Earth."

"I wouldn't," I say, glaring at him disdainfully.

"And then you said you wouldn't sleep with me if I was the last man in the universe."

"I wouldn't." I raise my chin.

"But how is it different? How is me being the last man on Earth different from being the last man in the universe? Or do you think there are other life-sustaining planets out there or something?"

I stare at him for a couple of seconds and I can feel that my blood is about to boil over. I want to go off on him so badly. I can tell by the smirk on his face that he thinks he's so intelligent and superior. This man is getting on my last nerves, and what's worse is I'm so madly attracted to him that I want to rip the buttons off his shirt and just kiss him. Why is he doing this to me? Why am I so attracted to him?

"I was just making a point, Mr. Spector. I wanted you to clearly understand that I don't want you and I couldn't care less if you offered me a million dollars or not."

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