I sigh and flush with embarrassment.
“Mr. Cole—”
He raises his hand to stop me. “I asked you to call me Jackson.”
Piper stands there slack-jawed with her arms crossed.
“Yes, sorry. Jackson, I’ve arranged everything for Friday’s trip—”
“My secretary will send you the details. I’ve already arranged to have a car pick you up and take you to the airport. You won’t need to worry about anything.” He tucks his materials under his arm and pushes in his chair to leave. As he approaches the door he stops, turns to me, and smirks. “Expect to have dinner while we’re there.” He winks and exits.
Dinner. Of course. I’m never going to avoid this man. He’s going to take full advantage of our time together in Virginia. There is no escaping him. If he’s persistent enough, I may not be strong enough to resist him. I’m barely hanging on as it is. Except there’s the small problem that he’s my client, and I could lose everything I’ve worked for if anything happens between us.
A cough breaks me from my thoughts and I realize I’ve been staring at the door. I look to see Piper glaring at me. “Are you dating him?” she asks in a condescending tone.
“Excuse me?” I stand so I’m eye level with her, looking at her incredulously. Surely she isn’t talking to me like that.
“I asked if you were dating Jackson Cole.” She walks toward me and places her hands on the table, leaning in. She raises her eyebrows, waiting for my response.
My eyes widen at her challenge. I glare right back at her with unadulterated hate. “You’re insane—and a whore, but we’ll revisit that in a minute. Are you seriously talking to me right now?” I’m seething. My body is shaking at her asinine question. She slept with my fiancé and now she’s going to stand here and give me shit? I don’t think so.
“I’m just surprised, Catherine. Is that how you beat out Neil for this account? His numbers were flawless. He deserves to be here, not you,” Piper states, tilting her head to the side as she narrows her eyes accusingly.
“Well I’m glad you think so because Neil stole my figures!” I step closer to her, radiating anger. First, she has the nerve to insinuate that I won the account because I’m sleeping with Jackson. Then she brings up Neil’s stellar figures. “I seriously can’t believe you have the balls to address me, let alone accuse me of something. It’s none of your business—any of it—but for the record, I got this account because I’m the better choice!”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Well I guess I was the right choice for Neil.”
“Wow, Piper, you want to go there? Good, have him! After seeing what he’s capable of, I’m glad we’re done.” I clench my hands, desperate to punch something or someone, like the blond bitch in front of me.
Her eyes flash and venom fills her voice. “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you? You think I give a shit about what you think or what you’re happy about?” She steps toward me, grinning. “I fucked your fiancé for four months and you had no idea.”
My hand flies to my throat. “Four months?” The words slip from my mouth. My stomach plummets and I grab onto the chair for support. Four months of Neil sleeping with her and then sleeping with me? I’m such a fool. I thought it was a one-time thing, not an affair! My chin quivers as I drown in pain and betrayal, but I won’t let her see me cry.
“Not so smart now, huh?” A victorious smile spreads from one cheek to the other, and I want to slap it off her arrogant face. That’s all it takes for the tightly pulled thread of my control to break. What the actual fuck? Where I was upset a few moments ago, right now my blood is boiling. I won’t break down any further in front of this piece of trash.
“I’m not going to stand here and listen to your shit. The only thing you should be saying to me is, ‘I’m sorry,’ not this bullshit. You went after a man that wasn’t yours! You were my friend, or at least I thought you were. Then you try to give me crap about going after Jackson? Fuck you! I’m done here.”
“Well I’m not done yet,” she sneers.
There’s no way this bitch is going to call the shots. “I have nothing left to say to you, and I couldn’t give two shits about whatever you want.” I take a step toward her and smother the urge to choke her. “I won. I got the account and you got Neil—which was the best fucking thing that could’ve happened to me.”
She lifts her bag and turns to me, her eyes narrowed. “Just so you know, Neil came to me. Not the other way around. I didn’t need to go after him. He obviously wasn’t happy with what he was getting at home. I think that says something, don’t you?” She raises her brow and takes a few steps toward the door. Without looking back, she says, “I wonder how long until Jackson gets bored with you.” Then she shrugs and strides out of the office. I guess she couldn’t resist digging the knife in a little deeper.
I’m crazy to think I have any shot with a man like Jackson, not that I’m trying for anything with him anyway. If I don’t get out of here now, I’m going to break down. I know I shouldn’t let her affect me, but she managed to remind me of every insecurity I’ve ever had in a matter of five minutes.
I grab my belongings and rush out the door only to crash into a hard chest. All my papers fly out of my bag and flutter around me. As they settle, I let out a sardonic laugh and hear a deep, familiar chuckle, letting me know I’ve run into Jackson yet again. Will the humiliation ever end? I look up and see his captivating eyes change as he takes me in. I haven’t had a chance to school my features, so I have no idea what he’s seeing right now. He’s close enough that I can feel his chest rise and fall. I can feel his warmth. Neither of us has spoken. He hasn’t said anything obnoxious. He’s staring at me inquisitively.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a soft voice as he crouches down to collect the papers. His concern makes my heart ache. “What was that about?”
Oh God, did he hear what Piper said? I clear my throat, bend down across from him, and try to force the conversation with Piper—and all the emotions that came along with it—out of my mind. “Yes, I’m fine. It was nothing I can’t handle,” I say as I pick up the last paper.
His penetrating eyes lock onto mine and he cocks his head to the side, trying to determine if I’m telling the truth. Giving me a half smile, he silently hands me the papers he gathered and we both stand. I stuff them back in my bag and return my gaze to Jackson’s. Deciding to break the awkward silence, I speak first. “Well, thank you for helping me. I should go.”
“No thanks needed.” He looks like he wants to say more but is debating internally. Without another word, he grabs my bag off my shoulder and places his hand on the small of my back to guide me. “I’ll walk you out.”
When we arrive at the front desk, he hands me back my bag and smiles warmly. “I’ll see you in a few days.”
I grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. I’m not sure why—I couldn’t let him walk away. Quickly, I try to think of something to say to justify my behavior. “I … I meant to ask you about …” I stumble over my words, feeling more and more foolish. “You know what? It’s fine.” I smile awkwardly, hoping he lets it go.
Jackson leans forward, dropping his voice so only I can hear. His eyes give away nothing, and I can only imagine the myriad of emotions my own eyes show. “I was having a hard time walking away from you too.” He leans back and grins at me as his words float into my brain.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly. Wait, what? That isn’t what I wanted to say! Dammit! I had a great come back and that is what comes out of my mouth? Shoot me now, please.