Page 58 of Worth Every Moment
Nothing.
No phone. No wallet.
Erica’s watching me, waiting for some kind of signal from me as to what we should do.
“Who is gonna steal our stuff here?” I ask. “Aren’t you employing everyone?”
“No. There are loads of other photo shoots and filming going on. This place is huge. I have no idea who comes in and out.”
Fucking brilliant. But who cares?“Let’s go have lunch.”
Erica blinks at me like I’ve gone mad. “Lunch? We just got robbed. I need to cancel my cards—”
“Relax. We can report them stolen later.”
“We have to go to the police. I have £200,000 in my current account.”
“I have £28 million in mine,” I deadpan.
Her jaw drops, eyes widening. “Then we should definitely cancel the cards.”
“Sure.” I hurriedly dry myself and start dressing. Erica averts her eyes as I pull on my shirt, but I still have the towel around my hips, and when I grab my boxers, she fully turns around to let me dress. I haul them on beneath the towel and in moments I’m decent, tie and jacket and all. “I’ll deal with it.”
I stride out into the corridor, Erica at my heels again. “You’ll deal with it? What does that mean?”
I stop the next person walking towards us, a young woman, and I explain the situation to her, telling her I need to use her phone. She blushes, flutters her lashes at me, tucks her hair behind her ear and lends me her phone. I thank her and step away to call my PA, instructing her to cancel all my cards andsort out my phone. When I’m done, I pass the phone to Erica, who’s hovering nearby.
“What?” she asks.
“Give her your details. She’ll sort you out.”
Erica takes the phone and speaks to my PA for a few minutes, hangs up then hands the phone back to me. “Is that it?”
“Yeah. She’ll fix it.”
“Wow. That's amazing. Thank you.” Erica beams at me, but then her delight flickers like a dying candle before snuffing out entirely, and something dark and unpleasant rushes in to take its place, seemingly out of nowhere. “Have you slept with her?”
I recoil. I’ve just been rock solid underneath this woman, unable to think of anything else but the way her body moves over mine, and she’s asking if I’m screwing my assistant? A dull mist of annoyance fogs my mind, but beneath it is something subtler and more appealing. Is it possible Erica cares who I sleep with? I want her to care.I do. But she said everything that happened between us during that photo shoot, and afterwards, meant nothing. So why the fuck does she sound like she cares?
“She’s not helping us out because I fucked her,” I say, my confusion making me sound more aggressive than I mean to. “She’s doing it because it’s her job.”
Erica crosses her arms over her chest. “But did you fuck her?”
“No. She’s my PA. I don’t mix business and pleasure. You said my sex life was none of your business, so why are you asking?”
A confused expression passing over her beautiful face, almost as though she doesn’t know the answer. Or perhaps doesn’t like whatever response springs to mind.
I step a little closer, keeping my voice low. “Make up your mind, Lefroy.”
My words hang heavy in the air, and Erica seems to choke on them, her thick eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she coughs.
Leaving her standing in the middle of the corridor clearing her throat as she frowns at the floor, I pace back towards the young woman and hand the phone back to her. Thankfully, she’s been waiting too far away to have heard a word of Erica’s accusations.
“Thanks so much,” I say to her. “You’re a lifesaver.”
Her blush deepens as she takes the phone, our fingers brushing. I feel nothing, but she flinches slightly at the touch. “Erm, that’s okay.” She composes herself and locks eyes with me. “Could I…”
Well, damn. I know what she’s going to ask because it happens all the time. Her gaze drops away, taking my stomach with it. I really don’t need this, what with Erica already convinced I’m always jumping in and out of a new woman’s bed.
