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"I don't want to either."
"Tell me you haven't thought about Skye in that way."
"I have not thought about Skye in that way." My heart thuds.
"Liar."
"I'm not lying." I smirk and look over at Gabe. "Trust me when I say I have not thought about doing the dirty with my assistant."
"He's totally lying. Wait till you see her." Remi smacks his lips together. "She's gorgeous. Long red hair, green eyes. I bet you she is a lioness in bed."
"Um, just in case I haven't been clear, Remington, I don't want you doing my assistant either."
"Hey." He holds his hands up. "Would I do that?"
"Yes, I think you would." I'm getting heated so I turn to Max. "What about you, Max? Do you know anyone that Gabe could hire?"
"In fact, I do," he says, nodding slowly. "I mean, if you don't mind someone a little bit inexperienced." Gabe looks at him with a frown.
“I’m going to be honest here, but I would rather hire someone that has experience because I've been out of the office for a while, but who is it? If you're recommending them you must think they're going to do a good job."
"My sister, Marie, is in need of a job."
"What?" I look at him in surprise. "Marie wants to work at the firm?" His sister has zero legal experience.
"She wants to make some money," he says, nodding slowly and stifling a long sigh. He looks over at Gabe. "You may not know this, but Marie's pregnant."
"No way!" Gabe’s eyes widen. We don't know Marie very well, as we've only met her a couple of times, but I know he's as shocked as I was because Marie is only eighteen, about to turn nineteen.
"Yeah." Max sighs. "I don't even want to talk about it."
"Um, I'll think about it," Gabe says with a nod, the expression in his eyes dark. "I would have to interview her and make sure that she's not going to be a liability, but if you think she'll do a good job, I'll consider it."
Max shakes his head and shrugs.
"Honestly, I don't know if she'd do a good job, but I'd be grateful if you at least gave her an interview. She doesn't want to work for me because she thinks it’d look like nepotism."
"But working for me wouldn't?" Gabe asks with an arched brow, and we all just laugh because we all know Marie wouldn't even be a consideration for a job if it wasn't for Max.
Chapter Five
Skye
The Owl and the Pussycat is packed when I arrive all flustered. I walk in, look around the crowd, and debate whether I should find a table for my friends or go straight to the bar for a stiff drink. My bad mood has officially settled in and I'm feeling more emotional than I normally do. I can barely see the other side of the bar through the throngs of people and I decide to head straight to the bar. The girls and I can find a table when they arrive, if they’re not here already.
I saunter through throngs of people, trying to ignore the happy and obnoxiously loud couples on either side of me. I am not going to be a hater and give them all death stares, but there's nothing that can make you feel more alone and sorry for yourself than seeing people in love admiring each other.
There's a small space at the bar that is entirely too small for me to fit into, but that doesn't stop me from attempting to squeeze myself into the spot next to a far-too-handsome man. He glances down at me as my thighs brush against him and I take in his beautiful face with a wry smile and wrinkle of the nose. It's a bar. It can't be expecting personal space.
I'm grateful to see that there's a smile on his face as he drinks his beer and continues staring at me with an intrigued look in his eye. Do I somehow look better tonight than I remember for him to be giving me such a thorough look over? I don't think so. I'd done my makeup super quickly and I’m pretty sure my cheeks are blotchy.
"Hey there."
"Hi," I respond back to him, my voice squeaky. "It's busy tonight, isn't it?" I want to groan as I state the obvious. His dark eyes crinkle as he looks around and nods. My heart races as he shifts closer to me and his head comes closer to mine. I'm not really sure what he's doing, but I think he's about to sniff or kiss the top of my head. Is my shampoo that arousing?
I smile weakly as I look into his dark eyes. He's really handsome and I am grateful for the attention, but he's being a bit too familiar for me. I wonder if this is his way of flirting with me.
It's certainly not a style I would recommend to many men. It's this close to being creepy.
