Page 10 of Anyone But You
My brows furrowed deeper and deeper the more I reviewed the cockamamie itinerary that Knox pieced together.
“Knox?”
“Oh, I can speak now?”
“For now…what’s with these large gaps in the schedule? And why is it so vague?”
“I don’t find it particularly vague.”
“Knox…this shit literally says there’s a morning meeting tomorrow from 9 AM to 10 AM, and then it says we have “free time” for the remainder of the day.”
“It also says TBD, and the schedule is subject to change.”
“How long have I been working for you, Knox?”
“A little over a blissful year,” he replied with a sarcastic smirk that made me want to wind up my pimp hand.
“That’s right. So, you know, or you should know, that this itinerary is unacceptable. As much as it kills me to admit this, despite all the bullshit you put me through, you and I work as a well-oiled machine, but that’s because we havestructure. This fly-by-the-seat business is not going to work for me.”
He stroked his clean-shaven chin as he considered my words. “What do you do to wind down, Victoria?”
So, he’s just going to pass over everything I just said?!
“I go to Miami to wind down,” I spat, getting worked up again. He smiled once more.
Knox doesn’t know it yet, but he’s two seconds away from being strangled with his tie.
“I’m aware that the itinerary is a little…flexible, but you know what they say about all work and no play. I assure you that Bali far exceeds Miami.”
“Not if I’m with you,” I countered.
“Relax, Victoria. It’s not the end of the world. Plus, you were paid handsomely for your attendance. You have $100,000.00 more than you did before you woke up this morning.”
Shit. I can’t argue with him there. That money will cover Mom’s rent for a year.
Remembering that my mother would be cared for without me stressing tamped down my anger.
“You’re right,” I mumbled as I continued to scroll.
“Of course, I am.”
I raised my palm to pause him when I made it to the accommodation portion of the itinerary.
“Knox Jamarcus Ramsey.”
“That’s not my middle name,” he sighed, massaging his temples.
“Tell me your middle name, and I’ll stop giving you random names,” I insisted.
“I refuse.”
“All right then, Knox Kayden Ramsey. Why is there only one room booked?”
“That was all that was available on such short notice.”
“I’m not sharing a room with you.”
“We’re not sharing a room; we’re sharing a common space. The suite has two bedrooms.”
