He'd made an oversight, Atlas had realized when he picked up the twins. He should have brought a bigger car, one with four doors and a real backseat so that Jia didn't have to pull her seat forward for them to climb in. It was hard to keep the necessary concessions at the forefront of his mind, though, when Jia alone occupied his thoughts every idle moment. But these things took practice, and he was sure he would get accustomed to her siblings with time.
They didn't complain about the cramped transportation, however, and Jason (though his elder sister called him by another name - Jisu?) kept up an animated conversation throughout the whole half hour ride back to Manhattan. The girl, Jeannie, was far quieter, but Atlas knew better than to think it was out of any sort of shyness. More than once, he caught her venomous stare in the rear view mirror, and he had to wonder again what it was that he had done to make her so hostile.
He was an only child so he couldn't claim to
Jia didn't know what to make of the entire weekend. It had started badly with the dinner Friday evening, but shortly thereafter, Jini retracted her claws and allowed Atlas significantly more peace than before. The glares didn't quite stop, but they seemed to be limited only to spurts of time rather than maintaining a constant vigil. It lessened even more after Saturday when Atlas made surprise arrangements for William to take them to Manhattan for the Regionals so that they didn't have to take the bus.For Nationals, he'd said, he would make sure to show up in person. Jini had rolled her eyes at the thinly veiled encouragement.The competition was a grueling six hours that ended in the twins' advancement, and William had arrived to take them back home afterward. Sunday disappeared in a flash - all three of them were exhausted after a busy week and spent the day sleeping in. The only interruption was a visit from Mr. and Mrs. Lee, who came bearing food in disposab
Jia understood. Lydia's deception had been far from malicious. If anything, it was proof that she was still looking out for her, contrary to Jia's worries all this past week that the other woman hated her. And maybe it was also true that Lydia had borne the burnt of the burden of the legwork for a while because she was uncomfortable being in the same office space as her, but she'd flat out admitted to concealing the truth from Jia in order to spare her feelings. Sure, she hadn't said it in so many words, but..."Thank you."The blonde pursed her lips and looked uncomfortable for a second, but in short order, she sighed and shook her head. "It's fine. Just...you've got to think a little more before you act. When it comes to something as big as Pandora Lights, you're talking about celebrities and up-and-coming stars and all the money that goes with it. That's billions of dollars exchanging hands per year. You've got to..." She shook her head again, but this time it was m
"Just so you know, none of them will blame Ms. Munson for anything, even though she was the one who broke her contract. She's too well-liked and has the best PR team money can buy."The elevator was halfway to the IT floor, the carriage humming around them as they continued to ascend. Jia turned to look at Lydia, surprised that she had spoken at all. She had thought the conversation was over already, but clearly not - and despite her current misery, she felt a sudden surge of defensiveness on Dolly's behalf."She has a right to her own life," she replied, although she kept her voice as matter-of-fact as possible so that she didn't come off as combative. "It should be her choice whether she wants to stay in the industry or not."The blonde nodded. "Yes. But that has nothing to do with legal obligations. When I say she broke contract, I don't mean that she put in a pink slip and announced that she was leaving.""Well, I mean...it was sudden, but -"
"So where do you want to start?"Jia closed her eyes as Atlas ran his fingers down the side of her face, the calluses following the dip of her cheek and down to her chin. She sighed. "Are we - dating?"It was a clumsy way to begin a talk so important, and she knew it. But it was better than nothing, and at least he looked amused rather than disappointed at her lack of eloquence. A smile quirked at the corners of his mouth as he took a lock of her dark hair between his fingers and raised it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to it, keeping his eyes on her face all the while, and she became even more acutely aware that she was still straddling his lap."I'd say that we are. I wish I'd been more plain about it if you've been doubting it so much.""No, it's not that," she hurried to say. "I just...wanted to be sure. Might as well.""Mm.""How serious is it?""How serious do you want it to be?"She took one hand off his shoulder a
Atlas could only admit the problem to himself once he was back in his penthouse fresh after a shower, and that only because he was still riding the haze of a post-coital high. It was easier to face his problems when he was comforted by the fresh memory of Jia's soft body melting against him, her stammering cries and the way she couldn't ever seem to look him in the eyes as he made her come.He didn't know what that said about him. Maybe that he was a better person for having been inside her? And that if he wanted to stay that way, he was going to have to ask for her help a lot more often?But dry humor aside, they had skirted a topic tonight that he had long avoided. Not just with Jia but with everyone in his life, including those who had deserved better...but Daniel had never wanted to hear anything of it anyway. That chapter was closed for the both of them - except Atlas had decided to leave it behind while Daniel kept it chained to his ankle. A friendship that had s
It was a bad sign that Jia felt like an intruder in the backseat of William's car now. Obviously, she had become way too dependent on the comfort of riding to work with Atlas, holding hands and talking about whatever came to mind. Now she folded her hands in her lap and missed him fiercely in the silence, doing her best not to count down the hours to Friday.It was only the second day since he had left unexpectedly for Atlanta, and Lydia had of course gone with him. Jia now understood more than ever what Dolly had meant when she had explained that Atlas preferred devoted 'career women' as his assistants; how many people could get up in the middle of the night and leave within an hour to rush to the airport for a business trip? That was hardly enough time to give notice to family or friends, and she would have to appropriately cancel or reschedule all of Atlas's and her own appointments this week.Lydia worked so hard. Atlas was in good hands, and despite wishing
Dolly had a point about one thing and one thing exactly: Jia needed to learn to make friends. It was true that the closest thing she had to a friend was Dolly herself, the alcoholic VIP guest who had dropped by for a few days before going AWOL. Oh, and Lydia, but she wasn't quite sure if Lydia liked her or not anymore or was simply tolerating her for politeness's sake.Everything else had been wrong, though, or so she hoped. It was depressing to think that men could be so shallow and disgusting that they would trade women purely for more sexual gratification. Sure, there might be some women who pursued that too, but it couldn't be that every man was that way. What kind of standards were those?"Thank you," she said as she picked up her coffee from the counter. She'd developed a taste for it in the past couple of weeks, yet another way that her job had changed her, but she was still sticking to the black coffee instead of the fancy luxe options on the menu. She
Jia shuffled her foot against the stiff, speckled carpet a few times, grinding the toe of her shoe into it harder and harder with each passing minute. This was uncomfortable. She had come wearing her most relaxed clothing, a plain blue T-shirt and a pair of worn jeans, because she'd already guessed that she would be horribly unsettled when she came here.It didn't matter that this place had soothing pale blue wallpaper and that everything in this waiting area seemed to have been softened with throws and oil paintings and canvas prints on the wall, or that the receptionist was smiling at her every few seconds in an encouraging manner even though she was on the phone with some other patient. She really didn't want to be here. At all. The only reason she had even come in the first place was because of the last uneasy conversation she and Erica had had before parting yesterday.And now it was the next day, Thursday night, seven o' clock. She shouldn't have done th