Page 150 of Catfish

“Then why are you—”

“You’re really annoying, Miss Shelton,” he recites. “Anyone ever tell you that?” I turn my body in my seat to face him to add to my being obnoxious and pretend to think about it.

“I don’t know, am I, Governor?” I coo while batting my eyelashes.

I should be worrying about the party, what kind of hellhole I'm going to be walking into, but the opportunity of Wade alone again…yeah, I'm a tad intrigued to push this man's buttons a little further.

Which, you know, is a great idea because he’s my boss and everything.

“I’m sure it’s not the first time someone has said that to you,” he retorts.

I shrug. "Normally, it's beautiful, funny, spontaneous, and sex—" He looks over at me with furrowed brows.

“You’re looking to slap yourself with a sexual harassment suit, Miss Shelton.” There’s no sternness in his tone as he returns his attention back to the road.

Adjusting myself to sit straight ahead again, I roll my eyes. “Poor man, you won’t remember how to have fun when you retire.”

We arrive a few minutes later, where I immediately go into street mode. Into old-me mode because I know how to deal with entitled teens who think the world revolves around them due to Mommy and Daddy never telling them the word "no."

I feel Wade close behind me as I open the door to the hall, not bothering to wait for him to grab it when Mila comes out of nowhere, her face flush.

“Thank God you’re here,” she breathes, brushing a piece of stray hair out of her face.

“Did it get worse?” I ask.

She peers over my shoulder at Wade then back to me. "They're in the boys' bathroom, and I didn't want to walk in there and be weird. I mean, why would I—"

“I’ll take care of it. Where’s Harry Styles?” I begin to round her until Wade stops me with his words.

“It’s been handled.” My brows furrow at his words, which have me spinning around to face him.

He what?

“You have what handled?”

“Mr. Lockwood had his men arrive already,” Mila informs from behind me. “Harry was escorted out and they’re already working on calling the parents and—”

“How? I’m the event planner to this party, Governor,” I seize through knitted brows. “I thought I remember signing a contract that you will in no way interfere in anything outside of—”

“I remember the agreement,” he deadpans, peering down at me as though this isn’t a big deal. That he purposely didn’t just take over and meddle in my event.

“Are you—” He pulls his attention away from me and to Mila.

“Please keep your eye on the rest of the party.” That has my blood simmering in my veins as Mila walks away from us.

This is my world. I didn’t need a suit and tie over here helping me.

"Governor, this is my event, and I am perfectly capable of—" His blue eyes cut to me, lusterless and unsharpened but, geezus fuck, he is so goddamn hot.

“I know you are,” he retorts. “That has nothing to do with it.”

“Then what does it have to do with?”

“You being in a bathroom with a bunch of men.”

“Boys.”

“Several boys.”

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