Page 30 of Sexy

“That’s OK, Tiffy. I’ll save you the trouble. I’ve already got a lawyer. He’ll contact you tomorrow.” And then I get the hang-up beeps.

Fuck.

I press send again and this time it rings through to voicemail.

Shit. Lawyers are bad news. If lawyers get involved, I’m screwed. My father will definitely hear about that.

But I can’t let Fletcher get away with it. I really can’t. What he’s doing is wrong and he needs to know that.

I think the professional thing to do is to have an adult conversation. I mean, I haven’t exactly been professional today. But as my father always told me, it’s never too late to turn over a new leaf.

I get up and open the door. “Leslie? Does Novak have a room here?”

“Yes, ma’am. He stays on fifteen in the penthouse tower. He and Chandler both have a complimentary suite.”

“What number?”

“Fifteen thirty-nine.”

“Thanks.” I go back in the conference room and grab my bag. I guess I will have to go to him if he’s not going to take my call.

My heart races on my way up to fifteen. He’s in the same tower as me, and all I can think of the whole way there is how much I want to go back to my room and take one of those long bubble baths I was craving this morning.

Gah, and then I feel guilty for what I did with Fletcher. How could I have fucked up so badly?

I stop in front of his suite room and then hesitate. Maybe I should just let legal handle this? I might make things worse if I confront him.

But no. I run all the reasons through my head why my father can’t know about this, and then I rap on the hard wooden door.

I hear footsteps inside, and then a pause, which means he’s probably looking through the peephole.

So I wave at him. “I just need to talk,” I say in my most businesslike tone. “Five minutes, that’s it.”

The door opens a crack. “What?”

“Don’t you want to give your side of the story?”

“I will, when my lawyer is present. I’m not gonna let you corporate people fuck up my life.”

“Fletcher—”

“Save your breath, princess. Because I’ve got nothing to say. I don’t want to lose this job just yet and if you think I’m gonna let some bimbo trash take it away from me, you’re mistaken.”

“I never said I was going to fire you, OK? I just want to hear…” What do I want to hear? “All the right things,” I say with a heavy sigh.

He gives me a crooked smile. “You want me to lie and say I didn’t fuck them? That it’s their word against mine?”

“So you did sleep with them all?”

“Yeah,” he admits like this is a foregone conclusion. “So fucking what? You’re gonna come up here and lecture me on safe sex? I use condoms, as you well know.”

“Hey—”

“Hey, nothing. I was upfront with you and I was upfront with them too. It might be a douchebag move to fuck around like that, but it’s not illegal.”

“Can I come in?”

He squints at me. “Why?”