Page 54 of I Won't Be In On Monday

“I guess,” I say, picking up a folder. “Remington's not in his office, but I can take a message if you have one for him.”

“Um, I didn't actually come to see Remington. I came to talk to you.”

“I'm flattered. I'll see you this evening, though. Did you need any specific from me tonight?”

He blinks at me for a couple of seconds. “Um, the work for tonight?” He frowns. “What work is that, exactly?”

“The project that you have to have completed by Monday morning, that you're working on tonight and this weekend.”

“The project I have due by Monday morning?” he repeats and runs his fingers through his hair. He looks at me like he thinks I'm slightly crazy. “Um, okay. What project is this?”

“I don't know, but Remington told me that I have to work tonight because we're working on a project for you. I assumed that you were going to be there, but?—”

“This is the first I’ve heard about it.” He shakes his head and grabs his phone. “Let me call Remington and see what’s going on.”

I nod. “Yes, please, because I could have sworn that he said the project was for you and that you would be there. And that it was extremely important because I literally had to change a date for this.”

“A date? With your boyfriend?” He looks me over in surprise, which annoys me.

“No, with a new guy that I met. It was a first date, so obviously I did not like having to tell him I could no longer make it. So, I’m curious to find out what is going on.”

“I understand,” he says. His lips are twitching slightly. “Hold on. Let me see what Remington says…

Hey, Remington, what's going on? It's me, Liam. I'm here with your assistant. Yeah, I know you're not in the office; she told me. But what's this about us having to work tonight?” He pauses, and his eyes look over at me, then straight ahead. I can't tell from his facial expression what's going on or what's being said. “I see.” He nods slightly. “Okay.” He looks back over at me again. “Sure, yeah.” He nods some more. “Okay, cool. Give me a call when you get to the office. Perfect.” He hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket. “Okay, then. Well, that's taken care of.” He smiles at me and taps his fingers against the desk. “You have a good afternoon, Juniper.”

“Wait, what? What did Remington say? What’s going on?”

“I guess there is stuff that needs to be done for one of the cases that he is working on for me.” He nods. “I guess I will see you later.”

“Oh, okay. But you didn’t know this before? Or?—”

He shrugs. “Maybe something got lost in communication. That’s why I need an assistant.” He grins. “Someone good like you.”

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “I guess.”

“Well, anyway, you have a great afternoon. I’ll see you this evening.”

He strides away before I can ask him anything else, and I frown. That was weird—really, really weird. I don’t really understand what’s going on. He didn’t know anything about working tonight or this weekend. Nor about a case that seemed like it needed immediate action. And I knew Liam Gallagher, maybe not personally, but I knew he was a client who was on top of everything. So, something odd was happening here. I bite down on my lower lip and open my email to see if I can find any trace of a case that needs urgent attention.

“Hey, Juniper, can I speak to you a second?” Remington strides towards his office. I look up into his dark brown eyes. He's wearing a gray suit and a crisp white shirt. There's a thin line on his face, and he looks like he's pissed about something. My heart thuds as I see his handsome face. Why do I always have this reaction to him?

“Sure, is everything okay?”

“We’ll talk in my office,” he says and strides past me.

I stand up slowly and follow behind him. I have no idea what is going on. But suddenly, I’m nervous. What have I done wrong now?

“Close the door,” he says as he crosses his arms and stares at me.

I close the door softly and stand there, waiting for him to tell me what’s going on. I stare at his shirt and the muscles underneath. Then I look at his tanned hands, so strong and big. My eyes fly back to his face, and he’s staring at me intently. There’s a fire in his eyes as he leans back against his desk.

“Remington?” I ask as he takes a step toward me. I watch as he undoes his belt and pulls it out of his pants. My jaw drops as he steps toward me. “Remington?” I lick my lips nervously.

“You were questioning Liam about tonight? And complaining?”

“No.” I frown as he grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him. “Not at all.”

“Are you sure?” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver slightly.

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