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Audra smirks. "Just look in the mirror, 007."
"For fuck's sake, I wasn't dating them, I was just fucking them. They knew that's all it was," I defend.
"Apparently not if Jamie's phone messages are anything to go by," Alex taunts.
"Dude, whose side are you on?"
"The right side."
I give Alex a look. "That doesn't tell me anything."
He nods. "Exactly."
I look at the ceiling. "I'm so confused."
"And that's why you need Audra to teach you," Mark inserts. "You up for it, Audra? It won't be easy."
She snickers. "Nothing about Derrick Pierce is easy—unless you're a one-nighter."
"Ba-da-bum-tiss," Alex responds, motioning like he's got drumsticks.
Traitors. These two are nothing but fucking traitors.
"Who are you to be talking about me? You're worse!" I defend.
"Stick to yourself, pal. You're the one who's assistant is fielding your castoffs," Mark replies with a smirk. When he's sure Audra's not looking, he winks. Aw, hell.
"I'll do it," Audra agrees. "But you better take it seriously."
"Uh…" I look at Mark who raises his brows and nods. "Yeah. I'll do it."
"Excellent. Friday. This first date I'll help set up with Audra. After this, it's all you, man," Mark informs me.
As if I don't know how to set up a date. I'm twenty-eight years old. I'm sure I can handle it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Audra
He can't handle it. There's just no way. Derrick Pierce is a playboy. I'm just not sure it's in his nature to date.
I'm in a tight spot here. I only wanted a couple nights of mind-blowing sex with him, but now that Mark opened the door to dating, I think I might be in over my head.
It's Tuesday and I have so much to catch up on. Derrick put on his Mr. Pierce hat and told me I had to go to the doctor on Monday and be cleared to be able to come back to work. I'm not sure if he thought I got a brain injury from whatever that asshole fed me, but I'm pretty sure that clears out of the system pretty quickly. Oh, and the doctor had to be his doctor—who took vial upon vial of blood. I'm not sure what he was looking for, but I know Mr. Pierce paid through the nose for all of that because they called me with the results the same night. I'm slightly anemic, but other than that, I'm good to go.
Since it's his doctor, I'm going to assume he knows all of this. I wouldn't be surprised to find a bottle of iron vitamins on my desk when I get to it.
All I wanted was sex. I didn't want him insinuating himself into my life like this. Sure, he's hot and sexy, but other than that, I don't know if I even like him.
I let out a sigh as the elevator closes. I'm such a liar. I like him. I more than like him, but he doesn't have to know that. What I don't know is, how am I going to get through this dating thing and then watch him date other people?
I may end up in jail for murder. It'd be all Mark's fault. I'd turn him in as a co-conspirator. That'd serve him right. I saw those smirks. He's up to no good.
The elevator dings my floor, and the minute I step off, I know everything's different. It gets quiet and I feel the stares. There aren't many on this floor, and everyone has their own office, but the quiet is eerie. No one comes out to greet me or ask me why I wasn't here yesterday.
Shit.
Did he send out a memo?
