Page 15 of You Again
Scott barked out a humorless laugh. “Don’t even try it, Dash,” he said. “Iknowyou. I know that tone and I know that stance. You might as well have sucked your goddamn mark on her neck with that shit.”
“Okay,” I jumped in. “I…I think you’re misreading-” Scott Weston shut me up with a look he must have practiced in the mirror for years. It was that ‘dad look’ that was designed to make you feel guilty even when you weren’t.
“Scott, that’s enough,” Dash bit out.
Scott let out a sigh. “Fine,” he relented. “How about you two tell me how you know each other, then? Why don’t we start there?”
“I met your woman-hating brother at a bar a few months ago,” I answered him.
Dash shot me a look. “I do not hate women,” he snapped. “And you’ve room to talk. You were ready to send all men off to a deserted island somewhere before lighting it on fire.”
Scott ran his hands down his face. “Sweet Baby Jesus,” he muttered.
“Notallmen,” I denied. “Just the lying, two-faced, cheating ones.”
Dash raised a condescending black brow. “The first words out of your mouth were ‘why do men suck’. That implied you were speaking aboutallmen.”
“And you calling all women whores was better?”
Before Dash could defend himself, Scott jumped in between us. “Okay. That’s enough.” He looked at me with a mixture of regret, confusion, and annoyance. “Look, I’m sure you’re great at your job,” he began. “But it’s obvious you and Dash would struggle with a working relationship, so I think-”
“No!” I blurted out. “I…can…Dash and I are fine.” Dash snorted at my lie. I scowled at him. “We are!”
“Listen, Henley-”
I cut Scott off again to throw myself on the mercy of Dash Weston’s sword. My pride was going to take a beating, but I’d rather humble myself in front of Dash Weston instead of let Arnold get anywhere near this account. I’d already lost enough of my dignity to that snatch napkin. “Mr. Weston-”
“My name’s Dash,” he bit out. “Don’t ever call me Mr. Weston again, unless we’re roleplaying.”
“Oh, dear God,” Scott mumbled.
I was going to murder this asshole.
I swear to God.
“Will you be serious?” I barked.
“I am being serious,” he barked back.
This wasn’t working. I took a deep breath and tried to get myself under control. After a few seconds, I told him the truth. “Dash, if you guys take this account away from me, Mr. Peridy will give it to Arnold.” I knew he knew who Arnold was to me because I had let it slip in my drunken rage. “I cannot lose this account toArnold.”
He didn’t say anything right away, but after a very uncomfortable minute or seventeen thousand, he looked over at his brother and said, “Can you give us a few minutes?”
Scott reared his head back. “Uh, hell no,” he scoffed.
“Goddamn it, Scott,” Dash shot back. “Give me ten fucking minutes, okay?”
Scott glared at him. “Ten minutes, Dash. Not a minute more,” he glowered. “And if I come back in here, and it smells like sex, I’m kicking your fucking ass.” I cringed as Scott Weston stormed out of the conference room.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Dash looked at me and said, “The account is yours on one condition.” I nodded for him to continue. “Why in the fuck did you sneak out on me that night?”
