"I think you're perfect."
I swallowed, and my breath caught in my chest. I tried to focus and get lost within its colors.
"I wish I could see this in real life."
"You do know I've still got your plane ticket." He smiled, and I brushed the hair from my shoulder. I turned and looked at him, but he continued to stare at the painting, holding back a grin. I contemplated the next few words that would come from my mouth.
"I'm going with you."
"What would Finnley say about that?"
"He's not the boss of me, and I would be honored to go with you, Luke. Just as friends, but still, we had plans. I want to travel. I want to see the world. And I need time away to figure out some things in my life."
"I won't stop you from coming because of selfish reasons but dodging your problems won't solve them."
"I'm not dodging anything. I think getting away will do me good, and I can do whatever I want."
"That's true. You're a grown woman and can make your own decisions."
"Wow, today has turned out different than I expected."
"I hope in a good way. Oh, and if you're coming along"—Luke grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles, then looked into my eyes—"better get to packing, yeah?"
Paris: the city of love. Tomorrow, I would be there, walking the streets, drinking the wine, and taking in the scenery that I so desperately wanted to see.
A part of me felt guilty for going, and wondered what Finnley would do or how he would react, but the truth of the matter was I did what I wanted, when I wanted, and with who I wanted. If Finn wanted true control over me, he would give me a title, like his girlfriend. Until that happened, I had no reason to obey his commands.
Luke walked me out and leaned against the doorframe as I walked away. When I turned around to take one last look at him, he smiled, and I returned it.
"Meet me here before four. The flight is early, five o'clock in the morning."
Luketon Brand, the nicest guy in the world, would whisk me away to Paris.
I hoped that I would truly lose myself there.
FINNLEY
Twelve
"Do you have any idea what you've done? What the fuck was that up there, Miss Lakin?"
"Oh, we are going by titles now."
"Yes, we fucking are."
She moved closer to me, so close that I felt her breath on my skin, and it disgusted me. The only woman that I cared about left me standing, begging, yelling for her to stop, but she wasn't having it. Jennifer did what she wanted, regardless of the control I pretended to have over her.
"Mr. Felton, you know exactly what happened up there. I showed you my breasts, and you wanted to grab them."
"I wanted to close your shirt. Stop you from making a complete ass out of yourself, but I was too fucking late."
I grabbed her arm and yanked her inside with me. I wouldn't be the man who made a spectacle in public, not after the scene that just happened. We stood in the lobby, and the security guard stared at the wall with his eyes glazed over. Jesse laughed, ridiculously.
"I love it when you're rough with me, Mr. Felton."
"I'm sorry, have you fallen and hit your fucking head. What has come over you?" I moved an inch closer to her face. Anger built inside of me, raging to an uncontrollable level, but I pushed it down. She pressed her body against mine, and I didn't move. I didn't pull away, as much as her actions appalled me. Leaning in, trying to get as close to my lips as she could, she puckered. When she closed her eyes, I spoke between gritted teeth.
"You are fired. Pack your things immediately and get out."
"Fired? You can't fire me."
"I can do whatever the fuck I want. Security, please follow Miss Lakin to her office, allow her to pack her belongings, then escort her off the premises. Do not allow her back on the property, indefinitely."
He gave a nod, and followed behind Jesse who almost combusted with fury. She ran to me and grabbed my hand, and I jerked it away.
"You can't go on without me. Don't do this. Don't fire me."
"Too fucking late."
Not able to go on without her? I've lost too many people in my life, and she was nothing more than a colleague, an employee, a manager of The Elite.
I turned on my heels, walked through the automatic doors, and tried to soak in the fresh air. My head swam with thoughts of Jennifer and how angry she must be. I know how it looked, and thinking back to that moment infuriated me.
Once inside V, I pulled out my phone and cancelled the appointment with the man who wanted to purchase the Honda. Told him I would give a killer deal, and would need to reschedule. After hanging up, I dialed Jennifer's number. No answer. Fuck!
I drove to her house. She wasn't home. She wasn't answering her phone. Damn it. Vegas was a big city, one large enough for a beautiful woman to get lost in, and I needed to find Jennifer before she did something stupid. I had to apologize to her and let her know what had really happened, not what she assumed.
Jesse did something that was unforgivable, and just the thought of it pissed me off all over again. Who the fuck did she think she was, and what the fuck did she think she was doing? I never gave her a reason to think feelings existed between us. I probably should have squashed the crush thing years ago, but it was harmless. Snowballs usually are until they become avalanches.
Before I started to panic, I got out of V and leaned against the trunk outside of her house. After forty-five solid minutes of waiting, I knew that she wasn't coming home. The best thing would be to leave her alone and give her the space she needed until she was willing to talk. I couldn't live without her, not since I've had her. Jennifer was my fucking drug, and I constantly needed my fix. Just the thought of her brought a smile to my face, but the thought of her hurting, destroyed me.
I called Paisley and let her know that her counterpart was terminated and that she would need to find a replacement as soon as possible. In a few days, we had one of the biggest conferences of the year, and I would need help facilitating it.
"Mr. Felton, may I ask why she was terminated?"
"Sexual harassment."
"With another employee?"
"With me."
She agreed to post the position when she returned to the office.
"Also, can you please have Lori give me a call?"
"Yes, sir."
We hung up, and I headed home. The day had been long, exciting, then somehow took a turn for the worse. What had happened?
When I walked inside, Lori rang, and I answered.
"Lori, I have a small favor to ask of you, please."
"Yes, Mr. Felton. Anything you need."
"Please contact Jennifer Downs and have her call me immediately."
She agreed, and didn't ask any questions. If any of my Girls could get ahold of Jennifer, Lori would be the one. Jennifer and her had a relationship that was more than just being an Elite. They were friends at first sight. Kindred spirits, I supposed.
I kicked off my shoes, loosened my tie, and sat at the table. I needed to hear Jennifer's voice and explain myself. Yes, it's easy to demonize me, make me out to be the giant asshole that I admittedly am. But not this time. Like I said before, I don't like my nose being rubbed in shit, especially over a misunderstanding.
Lori called back and said she left Jennifer a voicemail. If she heard anything, she would let me know.
The waiting game began. I would wait for her forever.
Thirteen
Three o'clock in the morning came early. When I had seen this time last, it wasn't because I was waking, but rather going to sleep. I turned on my phone and had several missed calls. Lori and Finnley just couldn't leave me the fuck alone. I turned my phone back off. I didn't want to talk to anyone, no one, not even Lori.