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"None of your business," I say, and he chuckles slightly. I don't want to tell him about all my jobs because I don't want him to ask why I'm trying to make so much money. I have a feeling he's not going to want to hear that I want to take a year off to travel around the world. Not after I told him in my job interview that the law was my life and that I wanted to be a legal assistant as a precursor to applying to law school. Yes, I lied, but I could hardly tell him that I had no interest in the law and only came to find a job because I'd met a girl on the street on the way to an acting audition. I fully believe that little white lies are okay if they are for the greater good. And the greater good, in this instance, is my bank account.
"Is this your way of trying to make me jealous Skye?" He sounds amused.
"What?" I screech and stop dead in the middle of the street. Is he serious?
"Watch where you're going, lady!" a middle-aged man shouts at me as he nearly bumps into me, then trips. He glares at me and mutters something under his breath, and for a moment, I'm nervous he's going to hit me.
"So sorry," I proclaim, giving him my most apologetic face. I point to the phone and make a face. "My boss is being—" I start but the man sneers, cusses me under his breath, and continues on walking. "How rude." I mumble as I move over to the side of the street and stand outside a closed flower shop. I peer through the windows wistfully. I haven't received flowers since my dad bought me roses on my sixteenth birthday. How have I never received flowers? "Why would I be trying to make you jealous, Kingston?" I ask because I really have nothing else to say.
"I don't know." He pauses. "Who were you saying sorry to, by the way?"
"Not you. There must be a reason why you think I'd be trying to make you jealous. Please explain."
"Maybe because Lila and Max got together and you're now thinking that you might be lucky number two in the office?"
"Lucky number two? What does that mean?" Is there a company lottery system I didn't know about?
"Lucky lady number two. You know, like, I'm the bachelor behind door number two."
"What?" My laughter is instantaneous and loud. I laugh heartily for what feels like ten minutes. I laugh so hard that I start snorting and my body shakes. I cannot believe what he's just said. He thinks he's some prize behind door number two. What an ego!
I'll give it to Kingston, he's very attractive. And when I say very attractive, I'm understating.
Severely understating.
Kingston Chase is knock-you-off-your-feet sexy.
Like, he could blink at you and your panties would fall to the ground.
And dissolve into a puddle.
He's the sort of tall that makes you have to peer up at him, like he's some sort of Greek god. He has dark hair that looks black indoors and brown in the sun. Hair that is silkier than should be legal. He has big, beautiful blue eyes. And I'm not even a girl that is into blue eyes. In fact, I've hated men with blue eyes ever since Sam Richards, a guy I went on a date with in tenth grade, told me to suck him off for his birthday while we listened to Frank Sinatra in his Chevy pickup truck while referring to himself as "Sexy Blue Eyes." I didn't suck him off and I didn't even think about dating a blue-eyed guy again. Not that I have any intention of dating Kingston.
He's my boss.
Just because he has a chiseled face and the sort of body that bodybuilders would be jealous of means nothing.
I don't want him. He has an attitude that goes on for days. He's the bossiest man I've ever met in my life. And even though he is my boss, I still find it irritating. To be quite frank, I'm not into overly handsome blue-eyed men who think they can boss you around all day and night.
"Are you laughing or crying?" he demands. "Are you upset because I'm not jealous?"
My jaw drops even lower. Is he for real? "You have got an ego the size of the Hoover Dam on you, don't you, Kingston Chase?"
"I don't have an ego. I'm just being matter of fact. It has crossed my mind that you might think that there's a possibility that you and I may end up together."
"Why on Earth would I think that?" I'm being loud now.
"Like I said, you started on the same day as Lila. Now she and Max are together and looking at Brownstones to buy and she barely works."
"That's because she no longer works there full-time."
He clears his throat. "I just wanted to be clear that all we have is a work relationship, Skye."
"Did I say I thought we had more?"
"Just in case you thought that I was interested in going down the same road as Max, I wanted to make it clear that I'm not available."
"Okay." I don't know if I should be offended or not. This conversation is awkward and stupid. I want nothing to do with Kingston Chase. Pompous asshole that he is.
