Page 158 of One Bad Idea
"I dunno," he said. "Give me a serious answer, and I'll let you know."
I was so confused, I could hardly think. "What?"
"You need me to repeat it?"
"Yeah, actually I do, because I have no idea what you're getting at."
"Alright," he said. "I'll make the question simple." His mouth tightened. "What happened?"
"What do you mean what happened?"
"Last Monday, things were good.ThisMonday, you're saying we're done. So I'll ask it again." His gaze bored into mine. "What. Happened?"
"Nothing 'happened,'" I said. "I just realized that we'd run our course, that's all." I gave him a faint smile. "I mean, come on, aren't you a little tired of sneaking around?"
"Yeah. I am."
"So, you see what I mean, right?"
"No." He pulled his feet from my desk and stood. "WhatIsee is someone who got what shesaidshe wanted, and now…" He looked away and muttered, "Shit."
Oh yeah. I'd gotten what I'd wanted alright. Unfortunately, it had beentoogood for my own sanity.
I recalled that very first night. To think, I'd only slept with him in the first place because I'd been oh-so sure that I could simply get him out of my system.
Now, months later, I was so addicted, I needed to go cold turkey or risk losing my mind.
And my heart.
Unfortunately, he was still my boss, unless I was willing to quit. I turned and glanced toward the suite's main door. Icouldwalk out. But then what?
From behind my desk, Jaden said, "If you think you're leaving, forget it."
I turned and gave him an irritated look. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Really."
I made a sound of frustration. "I don't even know what you're saying."
"Yeah, you do."
"Oh, stop it," I said. "Are you saying you don't want me to quit?"
"No."
My stomach sank.So he did want me to quit?Probably, it was for the best, and yet, the whole thing stunk to high heaven.
But then he continued. "What I’m saying is that youcan'tquit. I won't let you."
"What?"
His voice hardened. "If you're worried I can't keep my dick in my pants, I can."
I stiffened. "Good."
"But you're not leaving."
"Why not?"
