Page 185 of Crazy for this Girl

“The two-year contract still stands with the same salary?”

“It does.”

She smiles, clearly proud of herself. “Okay…wow, that went great.”

“I do have one for the use of my company for your own personal gain though, Miss Reese.” She frowns then. “You’ll need to move out of this rat’s nest and find a better apartment.”

“I need to save money.” I open my mouth. “And don’t you dare say you’ll give me more.”

“You don’t think almost a million and a half dollars is enough for you to buy a property for your bed-and-breakfast as well as an apartment that’s not for convicted felons?”

She averts her gaze from me. “I want to save.”

“You need to sleep somewhere that’s not targeted for burglars and causing me not to sleep at night because I already don’t, and now, I know where you live.”

“I’m your assistant. Not your charity case. And why don’t you sleep?”

I ignore her question and keep it business. “I bet you a date that I can find you a better place for no more than three hundred dollars more than what you’re paying now.”

She scoffs. “Doubt it.”

“Try me.”

“Find me one, and we’ll see.”

“Then we’ll see about you sitting in meetings.”

Her nostrils expand, which makes her pretty pink lips pull out in a pout. “You have two weeks.”

“I only need one.”

She perks a brow and straightens her spine. “Is that all?”

“For now.” She narrows her eyes. “I haven’t signed anything yet. Until then, I could think of something else.”

“I’m not doing another meeting with you, Mr. Harper.”

“Well, as my employee, Miss Reese, I can make it mandatory. And per clause seven, section thirty-two, line twenty-three of your original contract, I can add on another year to the contract with three write-ups of defying my ass.”

Her eyes bulge. “What?”

“Didn’t you read the fine print?”

“You’re fucking joking.”

I smile. “Never with you.” Picking up my glass of liquor, I take a generous sip and notice the cheapness of it immediately. “Are we done with this business meeting?”

“For now...Mr. Harper.” Her crystal blues begin the process of boring daggers into my head. “For now.”

“Wonderful.” I pull my suit jacket off and hang it over the back of my chair, feeling Laynee’s blues still burning holes at me. “How’s it going, Laynee?”

“I hate my boss,” she grumbles out, picking at the edge of her copy of the contract she drafted up.

“Real douchebag, huh?” She only continues to stare at me. “Maybe you should suck his dick, that normally gets guys to keel over and start acting civil.”

“I might bite it off.”

“He might like teeth.” I wink at her, and she gapes at me for a split second before correcting herself. “Should we start?”

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