Page 57 of Reckless Hearts

Victoria:

Hey! I hope this isn’t super needy to text so soon, but I was wondering if I could take you up on that offer for those class notes? I swear, I can even pay you for them if you want!

I grin as I type a reply.

Me:

Omg, please. Not at all! They’re all yours!

Victoria:

You are THE BEST. Can I at least buy you a drink or two?

Me:

lol, deal.

Victoria:

Would now be too pushy?

Victoria, you have no idea how good a drink sounds after the day I’ve had.

Me:

Actually a drink right now sounds more perfect than you can imagine. Where do you live? I’m on the upper west, but I can meet wherever.

Victoria:

Omg, Lower Harlem! We’re so close! I’ll come to u, though. I know a great place!

We make plans to meet at The Owl’s Tail, a seriously cool little cocktail bar a few blocks from my apartment that I’ve never actually checked out. I dig my old class notes out of the back of a closet and change into yoga pants and a hoodie before grabbing my keys.

Instantly, my phone dings with another text. My pulse skips when I see Deimos’ name.

Deimos Drakos:

I have work for you more befitting Your Majesty’s station.

I roll my eyes. He’s seriously incapable of not being an asshole.

Deimos Drakos:

I left some physical documents at the Laconia Logistics office. I need them brought to my loft.

I start to type a curt reply about my personal time beingmytime. But then I erase it and pause to think of a better way to phrase it.

Deimos Drakos:

I saw that. While you try and compose a perfectly biting and sarcastic reply about personal time, or boundaries, or whatever the fuck you were going to reply with, let me remind you: you’re not just my intern. I OWN you.

My lips curl into a sneer as my thumbs hammer on the screen.

Me:

I hope you know I’m screen-shotting this conversation for when you do hire that HR person. Boundaries, Deimos. It’s seven in the evening.

Deimos Drakos:

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