Page 72 of Bad For A Weekend

“You’re the one who said we have to keep things professional.”

My chest throbs. It feels as though my ribs are crushing my insides. “I know what I said, and I stick by my words. I just had a momentary lapse in judgment.”

Her gaze shifts to the ceiling. “A momentary lapse in judgment. Awesome.”

“It was petty and callous.”

“Damn right it was.”

“Can you forgive me?”

“Sure. Now, can you please leave so I can go to sleep and try to forget this nightmare of a night ever happened?”

“No,” I say.

“No? Why the hell not?”

“Because we have more to talk about.”

“Like what?”

“Like the fact that I was fired.”

Baylor

Fired? He was fired? By his brother?

“Why?” I ask.

“I think it’s obvious. We became too familiar with each other, and that familiarity put you at risk tonight.”

“Oh my God. Did you call my dad?” Fuckity, fuck, fuck. If Dad knows what I did, then there must be a million unanswered calls and texts on my cell. He’s probably beside himself with worry.

“No. I called my brother so he could track Ziggy’s cell.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve been hiding this thing between us from him, and tonight, I was so scared. I thought you were...” His voice cracks. “Anyway, I couldn’t keep any more secrets and told him everything.”

“Even about last night?” My cheeks heat. Too many people know about my sex life now, and it’s humiliating.

“Yeah. And he thought it best that I no longer work for him.”

“Shit.” I rub my forehead, a mix of a hangover and a tension headache forming. “I shouldn’t have run.”

“No. You shouldn’t have.” His tone is stern and laced with anger.

“Everything came to a head, and I just lost my mind for a minute.”

“I don’t have to tell you how dangerous that was.”

“I was mortified. I knew the second I stepped out of that bathroom, you’d be right there, apologizing, and I couldn’t talk to you right then.”

“I wasn’t outside the bathroom,” he says sheepishly.

“Where were you?”

“In the spirit of honesty, I punched that guy and got kicked out.”

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