Page 16 of Stood Up
Chapter 9
Aiden
Ican’t believewe just screwed in his office. Absently, I adjust my skirt then run my fingers through my hair catching on a heap of tangles. The bathroom should have been the first stop so I could look presentable.
Inhaling the elevator, it smells of sex and it’s all from me. Holy hell.
I wipe my lips knowing every drop of the gloss I had on before is smeared off and can feel the slight bit of sweat tickle the back of my neck.
The numbers on the elevator seem to take forever, but when they stop, it’s not on the ground level. So much for being alone. Hope whoever gets on doesn’t mind the smell of sex.
The doors open wide and my breath catches. Drake stands there his head down looking at a file folder, when it pops up, a strange look comes over his face, but he changes it quickly.
“Aiden.” He says stepping in and closing his folder. I move to the side of the elevator putting some distance between us. I don’t fear him exactly, but I really don’t want to be in his space either.
“Drake.” I respond the same way he did only I force a small smile. My job is being a people person and old manners come all the time.
“What brings you to Excel?”
I watch the numbers begin to move, but there are too many of the damn things. They need to move faster because I want off of this elevator, now.
“I had a meeting. I’m just leaving.”
“Since you were coming down, I’m assuming it was with Mr. Dean.”
Not having a damn thing to be ashamed of, I straighten my shoulders. “Yes, I did.”
“I can smell it.”
When I turn to him at his words, his nose is scrunched up in disgust. Part of me feels embarrassed the other part of me is yellingfuck him.
The numbers continue to move as I ignore him. There’s no use in engaging with him since he already thinks the worst of me. That’s says more about him than it does me.
“Can’t believe you’re a whore and slept with my boss on the night we had a date. Brad was so wrong about you. He said you were a good woman. No, you’re just a skank.” His words bite through my skin. Never have I been called a whore or skank. Guess it’s another thing to cross off my growing up list thanks to Drake Hamilton.
The number reads three and I turn to Drake. “You will not talk to me that way. You fucked up. That’s on you, not me. What I did after that is none of your business. You can be a dick on your own time, not mine.”
He grips my arm and I should have remembered he was strong from before.
“You little slut. I’ll make sure the entire office hears you’re a whore fucking the boss. How’s that going to work for your business.”
“How do you know about what I do?”
“Oh, I looked into you. I’ll ruin you.”
I yank my arm from him, but I’m pretty sure the only reason I got loose was because the doors to the elevator opened instantly.
“Stay away from me.” I order and move quickly out of the elevator and out the door, looking back a few times to make sure that Drake didn’t follow me. Not seeing him, I get in my car and get the hell out of there.
* * *
“He did what!” Lila yells in the phone while I sit in my office finishing my burger from the local joint.
“There’s something wrong with that man Lila. You and Brad need to be careful. He’s not right in the head.”
“No shit. That’s well, nuts. I can’t believe that. And I can’t believe you fucked Mason in his office!”
“Would you lower your voice woman.” Dipping my fry in ketchup, I toss it in my mouth. “I don’t need others hearing this shit.”
