Page 19 of Dirty Filthy Billionaire: Part 1

“Prerogative,” I say. “They want me to go back. Today, at ten. What do you think it means?” I can’t keep the smile from my face just thinking about walking in those halls. God, my dream is to go to work every day at a place I love, doing something that I think I might be good at. Working for Prerogative is still the ultimate dream job.

“Was that him?” Brody asks.

“No,” I say. “Some woman.” We don’t need to clarify who him is. It’s pretty clear, especially by the look on Brody’s face. He’s not pleased.

“So what are you going to do?”

“What do you mean? I’m going to get dressed and go.” What else would I do?

“Just, you know, be careful, Mia,” Brody says. “That guy is up to no good.”

I roll my eyes. “Thank you, Brody. But I’ll be fine.”

More than fine if I can actually get this job.

As Brody leaves I jump in the shower and clean myself up. I dig out another outfit (I really need to go shopping…if only I had the money). I do my hair and makeup to perfection. I want to look as good and professional as possible. My stomach is in knots wondering what’s going to happen, why they’re calling me back (it has to be good news, right?), and who I will be meeting with. Maybe the HR person I thought I was going to meet with yesterday will give me a proper interview. Maybe we won’t even talk about Weston. Maybe everything that happened last night will just fade into some sexy little memory.

I hope not, though. As crazy as it is, I want to see Weston again more than I want the job at his company…

When I walk into the offices of Prerogative, I feel bright and hopeful.

“Hi, Jen,” I say to the receptionist, proud of myself for remembering her name. “Not as frantic in here as yesterday, is it?”

Jen looks at me, her face revealing nothing except that she is not interested in my banter. “How can I help you?”

“Um, Mia Cassidy,” I say. “I have a ten o’clock.”

Jen looks at her monitor. “Oh. Right. Mia.”

Three words. Three sentences. Zero interest.

“That’s me,” I say.

She picks up the phone. “I have Mia Cassidy for—yes, sure. Thank you.”

She hangs up the phone and finally looks at me. “You can go back. You remember the way.” It’s not a question.

“To Weston—Mr. Bridges’ office?” I ask, feeling slightly confused.

“Yes,” she says, rolling her eyes at me. “Mr. Bridges’ office.”

I can feel myself blush for calling him by his first name. Does she know we went out last night? Does she know why he wants me back here?

Even if I didn’t remember the way back to his office I still wouldn’t tell Jen. As it is, I think I remember and start my way back, winding through the halls and past bunches of cubicles, everyone working hard and bustling. I pass by, and picture myself sitting in one of those cubicles, surrounded by files of great stories and leads.

Weston’s assistant leads me into his corner office.

“Mr. Bridges?” she says, calling his attention. He doesn’t look up from his computer. “Ms. Cassidy is here for you.”

“Come in, Mia,” he says without looking at me. “You can close the door,” he adds to the assistant, who does so without a word.

I walk slowly toward his desk, unsure of what is about to happen. Seeing him again makes the butterflies in my stomach dance. The hard lines of his jaw, his lips, so recently on my own, make my heart beat faster. As he finishes typing out something, I remember his fingers on my body, touching me like no one ever has before.

“Sit,” he says, nodding to the chair I’d sat in just twenty-four hours earlier. He finishes whatever he was working on and finally looks at me. “I want to give you another chance.”

I’m not sure if I heard him right. Another chance?

“Mr. Bridges, I—”

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