"Sir," she says as she walks into my office, carrying a file.I ignore her greeting, keeping up my pretense of typing on my laptop while I figure out how to repay her for this morning."Sir," she gets to my desk and drops the file. "This is the summary of the protocols currently under simulation for the sensor systems."I count to five Mississippi, and then I close my laptop screen, staring at her with implied boredom and disinterest on my face."I see. I'll go through them. Thank you."There is no trace of the earlier cheekiness on her face, and if anyone were to walk in, they'd think, with her power suit, well-styled hair, and high heels, that she's an excellent employee.That Evelyn Lockhart isn't an undercover menace.She nods. "Okay."I wait for her to get to the door, flipping the pages loud enough they make noise before I call her name. She stops and turns."You need me to approve this, right?""That is correct, sir."That is correct? Who speaks like that in this day and age?To
"She is something," I mutter as I struggle to understand the scene that played out seconds ago.Unable to sit still, I stand and pace around my office. I stop in front of a window, shaking my head. "Me, a stubborn flightless bird? If anything, she should be telling herself the same words. Stubborn, obstinate, annoying," I list qualities I think belong to Evelyn Lockhart."You do realize that all those words can be used to describe you, right?"I whirl around to see Ken standing in my office."The door?" I say. "Knocking? Has everyone forgotten I'm the CEO?""Whoa, did something happen?" he asks."No," I snap, returning to my chair.Ken wags his finger. "I don't believe you. Something happened, and it has to do with Evelyn Lockhart.""How do you… never mind.""How do I know?" He finishes my question. "Well, I could tell you the long version or simply say that I saw her leaving your office, and she looked equally annoyed. What did you do?"My jaw drops. "What did I do? Why do you assume
"I'm going to lose it," I mutter as I drag my sofa, trying to reposition the furniture in the living room to make it work. I've already dealt with the kitchen, fixing the wallpaper I purchased a while ago, but I had no time to set it up. I fixed the bookshelf in the spare room and did a few things in the bathroom. Not because I'm the twenty-something-year-old woman who arranges her apartment at night. No. The reason why, at midnight, I am putting my back to work instead of sleeping or relaxing in bed is because of the noise coming from the floor above mine. The sound of music and people competing to see who can talk the loudest kept me from sleeping. "I'm going to lose it, and I'm going to take someone with me," I mutter, abandoning the sofa when my strength fails and plopping it down. "And I know who I'm taking down." Because Connor Everest is a stubborn, flightless bird. At home, he acts like he's the only one living in this building, and at work, he drags his feet so slowly I
"Don't tell me you'll make me go alone?" Mira, my best friend who lives miles away but somehow found herself in the city, says as she tugs on my arm. "Please, Evelyn?" I'm tempted to shake her off, but she weighs less than me, and I might send her flying across the room. "You have friends," I point out. "Why don't you ask one of them to go to the club?" She pouts. "But I want you to go, I miss you." I give her the side-eye. "You know what I mean,” she adds, letting go of my arm. "They are not my friends, per se. Just fellow artists, and they will end up drinking and leaving me alone. You've always been the one with the motherly tendencies, so you'll keep an eye on me, and make sure I behave." I shake my head. "You want a chauffeur. I can't," I exhale, "believe you came all this way to ask me to be your chauffeur. What if I want to drink? What if I want to party? Did you think about that?" Mira looks at me like I've sprouted horns. "You want to drink?" she says. "Evelyn, you do
I lose Mira five minutes after we walk into the club. First, it was the issue with the bouncer who wouldn't let us in because Mira didn't inform me about needing a pass. I had to pay some money after she flashed her doe eyes at me, and then we walked into a loud, dark place where we bumped into everyone we passed. I was in the process of trying to get through all the people when I lost Mira. And I wouldn't look for her, but she has my purse. If I'm going to get a drink I need to find her. Thankfully, she wore a bright pink shirt that will be a dead giveaway. I push through people, offering muttered excuses and squeezing myself through until I finally see her shirt. She's dancing with someone already, and he has his arm around her, so I try to get her attention without alerting the guy. "Mira," I shout over the music, moving with them. "Mira." "Mira," I say a little louder, tapping her arm. The man turns around first, and my jaw drops when I see it's Ken. Ken, Connor's friend an
"What do you want? I am trying to enjoy myself," I immediately pounce. "Tell me you didn’t follow me here just to make more snide comments."He waves his hand, beckoning to the bartender. "You can rest easy. The only reason I said that was because you were going to ruin the night for both our friends. I didn't want you to do that on my behalf."On his behalf? This man must have some giant ego issues. I wonder how many people have had to bend to his wishes to make him who he is today.He doesn't know that his position or status doesn't move me when I've been in circles with men from countries all over the world, with wealth and power."I didn't do it on your behalf," I correct him. "I needed Mira to hold my purse while I used the restroom, so I took her hand. I don't know why you think I'd factor you into the equation."The bartender brings my drink and takes Connor's order. I hold my drink and wonder if I down it all here or take it and leave. Without another thought I tip the glass ba
My jaw twitches, and I stare at Evelyn dancing with some other dude—his arm around her waist and her back pressed against his chest.I know the feeling that courses through my body is jealousy, and I don't want to feel it, but I can't help it. I hate the fact that she's dancing with someone else when it could be me.When it's supposed to be me."Hey," long red nails touch my chest in a way that is supposed to be seductive, but it irks me. "Do you want to dance?"I grab her hand and push it away."Don't touch me," I say harshly.But the woman doesn't seem to listen as her hand sneaks up again, this time close to my ears. Her lips, too."Are you sure? Because for you, baby boy, I'll do anything."This time around, I turn to her with a scowl on my face."Do I look like I want whatever you're offering?"Her hand drops, and her lips pucker up. "What was I supposed to think? You've been standing here for the past thirty minutes, looking like you've got a broken heart.”Just as she finishes t
I don't know how long we danced, but Evelyn finally pulls away. I sense the reluctance before I see it in her eyes."I have to go home," she says. "I need to get Mira first.""Right," I mutter.I don't want to let her go. But I do."I'll call Ken," I offer.She gives me a grateful smile.As I take out my phone, I see a message from Ken. I smile and hand the phone over to her, but Evelyn groans."What?" I ask.She shakes her head.I grab her chin gently and make her look me in the eye, but my words die on my lips as we lock eyes. It takes more than a minute to remember what I intended to say."What’s wrong?" I ask."I can't drive myself home. I drank too much.""You don't look drunk to me," I say tentatively, trying to get a definitive answer from her without seeming forward.I don't want the moment that passed between us to be a result of the alcohol.She shakes her head."Not that drunk. Most of what I had left when I was dancing, but I'm not sober enough either.""Why don't I take yo