"Boyfriend?"
"No!" Jia exclaimed. "No, no. My boss."
Mr. Lee frowned. "Marry?"
She had to count to five to stop from burying her face in her hands. This conversation was going nowhere, and she didn't have much time. She had tried three times now to convince him to show her exactly how much Atlas had offered for the business, but not only was he adamant in his refusal to do so, he had also adopted a too-keen interest in her relationship with the CEO.
"My boss," she repeated, making sure to stress the word with even more force this time. "I work for him."
"Doctor?"
"No, a, uh...He's a business owner. A big business owner."
He nodded, but there was a slight disgruntled tinge to his weathered face now. "Doctor is better."
Jia didn't bother trying to argue the point. It wasn't relevant, anyway. "Mr. Lee, I just want to make sure everything is okay, that's all. You don't have to tell me how much he offered, but at leas
Jia was angry. She had come dressed in something formal but also something that she could wear to work, because she hadn't known what would happen between the time she left for Atlas's penthouse and when her shift (should have) started at eight. Dark slacks and a white button down blouse, she had come dressed to get fired.Instead, she was sitting on one of Atlas's sofas, smelling an aroma wafting from the kitchen so good that her mouth had turned down into a furious frown. Her fists were clenched in her lap, too, as she waited for the man to get off his phone in the hallway. His low voice was echoing amid the acoustics of the corridor with a pleasant, smooth ring, she noticed....and the conversation was taking too long.Oh, she knew she should have eaten before she left the apartment, but she hadn't had an appetite all day. Not until now.The worst part of it was that if she was being reprimanded in any way (it didn't seem like she was g
Her time? What was that supposed to mean?Except Jia already had a good idea of that already even if she didn't want to admit it, because the truth was that she had no idea how to deal with Atlas when he was treating her with anything other than frigid disdain or cool regard. Every time he had deviated from either of those, it had blindsided her and sent her reeling.She could complain, still. She could point out that her time wasn't for sale either, especially when she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Sure, it hadn't been a physical coercion, but he shouldn't have put her in this position in the first place if he really did mean well.Jia listened to the low drone of Atlas's voice outside the kitchen. She wished he'd stayed close so that she could eavesdrop, but it was likely that he had left the kitchen specifically to prevent that, not just out of polite courtesy. It made her blood boil. She'd known the Lees for years - years! - and he had th
This was an awful idea. Jia knew this. She also knew that she shouldn't be wandering around the penthouse with such fearlessness, but the place was gorgeous and she was still riding the delicious high of having won an argument against the great and ferocious Atlas Grayson. Because she had most definitely won, even though there had been no shouting or anything else to suggest the 'discussion' was an argument. He had caved, and she hadn't.That was cause for celebration, and by celebration, Jia meant claiming a self-guided tour around the luxurious unit. Atlas was simply following behind in silence as she wandered around the living room first, admiring the graceful yet minimalistic decor of the furnishings. And then the hallway next since she had already seen plenty of the kitchen.There were two paintings hung up here, one an abstract display of pale, cool colors swirling skyward, and the other a generic oil painting of a calm meadow. She squinted at the second on
"Mr. Grayson, please don't, really -""I'll have to insist, since you keep calling me by the wrong name in my own home -""That's ridiculous! I'm not going to have a single drop, so you can enjoy both of those yourself."But despite her continued protests, Atlas took a single step toward her with such undeniable authority that she hurried to receive the proffered wineglass. But it was a quarter full of the Romanée-Conti red wine that could have paid off Jia's debt nearly in full, and he really expected her to just drink it -!"Dolores purchased one from the same vineyard, one from a 2001 batch if I remember correctly. She ended up pouring eighty thousand dollars down her bath drain because she fell asleep in the tub while drinking from it. I hope you'll appreciate this far more than she did with her own."Jia gawked at Atlas as he raised the wineglass to his lips in a slow, hypnotically graceful movement. He kept his gaze trained on he
It was nearly eleven o' clock. It was a terrible idea to have stayed this long at Atlas's penthouse on a Sunday night when they both had to be in the office bright and early the next morning, especially when it hadn't been for business reasons as Jia had initially thought it would be.No, she'd had dinner and wine and a fine conversation interlaced with what she could have sworn were bouts of flirtatious prodding instead. She had been neither scolded nor fired, and the one time that she had brought up Dolly, Atlas had brushed it off with an assurance that things had been handled.She didn't understand it. Was it the wine that dulled her thinking faculties? She couldn't reason out why he would be so lenient with her when she had indirectly caused the company's profit margin to plummet to unseen depths. Not just lenient, either, but indulgent.She shivered in the passenger seat of Atlas's Lamborghini, chilled by the memory of him pressing into her back when
"Ni-ni left early," said Jisu. "She needed to stop by somewhere."Jia paced up and down the living room, her anxiety split in so many different directions that she didn't know which one was tormenting her the worst. There was the matter of having to look Atlas in the face when she got to the office after the idiotic performance she had put on last night. Drunk and blushing and falling all over herself - the only reason she didn't bury her hands in her face at the mere thought of it was because she didn't want Jisu asking unnecessary questions about why she was so agitated.But there was also the problem of finding Jini missing this morning. Jia had run around the kitchen after waking up ten minutes late to get breakfast ready, but upon knocking on their bedroom doors, only Jisu had come out."Did she say where? Is she with anyone?"He shrugged. "Don't worry about it. She's going straight to school after, I'll meet her before first period. Oh, and do
She should have worn a different skirt. A looser one. This was - too much. Jia's breath tightened and twisted in her chest until it felt like she was going to wheeze out her lungs, but Atlas had already called her in and she had no choice but to enter.What had she been thinking? She should have at least worn the open front jacket over her top while rifling through the Tote of Luxurious Mysteries this morning, but after going back and forth between that and the mirror at least a dozen times, she had ended up folding it and putting it away. Because...it was probably going to be too warm, she had told herself at the time, what with all the running around and frantic phone calls she would be handling all day.Now she felt horribly bare and exposed as she pushed open the door and let herself in. What would he say, she wondered. What would he do? Maybe a cool comment about her ridiculous behavior last night, about how she shouldn't drink in the company of others
Jia couldn't pinpoint exactly when she had become this way. Only a few weeks ago, she had been swinging a wine bottle at Richard's head for trying to grope her, and now she was falling all over herself with a single burning look from Atlas Grayson, the man she would have sworn she hated not so long ago.Since when had his cold, piercing blue eyes become captivating instead of intimidating? No, that wasn't right: they were still intimidating, too, only now in a way that made her whole body tingle with nervous thrills instead of making her recoil in dread.She locked the glass doors with a swipe of her ID on the scanner, and then did her best to pretend unflappable composure as she turned to walk toward Atlas. He was still leaning against the door frame, looking languid and sure with a subtle slouch curving his tall frame. Broad in the shoulders, tapering at the hips; by no account was he excessively bulky and hulking. And yet he seemed to fill the room more and more wit