Page 29 of Dirty Little Secrets
She scowls. “Tell him you’re out.”
Nori Summers:I’m not home.
Asshole Boss:Where are you?
Nori Summers:Out.
Asshole Boss:Be outside in five minutes.
I freeze. “How the hell does he know where I am?”
Kristina’s eyes widen. “You didn’t tell him?”
I shake my head. “No.”
I grab her hand and push through the crowd toward the exit. He must be joking. But he isn’t because outside, a sleek blackBentley idles at the curb, its polished exterior glowing under the streetlights. The line of clubgoers staring like it’s a celebrity waiting to be let inside.
“Shit. He’s serious,” Kristina says.
“He said we have to fly out somewhere in forty-five minutes.”
“And that involves you because…?”
“He probably can’t tie his shoes without me.”
Kristina snorts. “His last secretary said she quit because she was pregnant. I had no idea she had no life, and now you’ve inherited his.”
“This sucks.”
“At least he’s hot.”
My phone vibrates again.
Asshole Boss:Get in.
I turn to Kristina. “I’ll make sure he gets you a ride.”
She shakes her head. “I’m good.”
“I hate leaving you here.”
Another buzz.
Asshole Boss:A car will be available for Ms. Henry when she’s ready.
I show her the screen.
“See? He plans everything.”
I hug her tight. “I owe you a night out.”
“Damn right you do.”
I slip into the Bentley, the door closing with a soft, final click.
16
The silence inside is almost violent after the throbbing music of the club. My ears ring in the sudden hush. The warm leather sighs beneath my bare skin. My spandex dress makes a faint, sticky sound as it rubs against the seat when I cross my legs.
