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The Sphinx account being closed bugged me all day. It was one of the first accounts I acquired when I became CEO, and Terry was so proud. I fought against the big boys for that and won fair and square. I call accounts and ask if they could do some digging for me and to let me and only me know if and when they found anything.
My head’s a mess. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I’ll find out. I go through every email to see if I received anything yesterday, then back to the account to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. Right there in front of me were the words ACCOUNT CLOSED.
I rubbed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. I was worried. This was a major fuck up and I needed to get it sorted.
I couldn’t wait for the end of the day to come so I could go home and relax. I needed to do nothing this weekend but chill. Mom’s going up into the mountains for the weekend to see my dad’s brother and his wife. I didn’t even have to get dressed, because no mom, meant no visit.
I’d had a week to top all shitty weeks, but surely it couldn’t get any worse…at least I hoped anyway. I couldn’t wait to do nothing.
Forty-One
Reagan
After calling Sphinx, I was scheduled to meet with their CEO Tuesday. I had all weekend to prepare and do some digging as to what was going on.
Passing the concierge, I give him a wave and a smile and walked to the elevators. Everett lives in a much nicer apartment than mine and in a nicer part of town. Not that I live in a rundown part of town, but this is where the money lives.
The doors open and I stab the button for the top floor. Everett lives in a penthouse with no expense spared. I could fit my two-bedroom apartment inside his with room to spare. Not that I’m jealous. He worked hard for what he wanted, and he got it. From what I’d learned over the time I’d been seeing him, his grandfather left him an inheritance when he died. He doesn’t have much to do with his family now, but he doesn’t talk about it either. Our relationship before was just sex. Since we’ve become more, I want to get to know more about him.
The doors open with a ding and I walk along the hall to Everett’s penthouse. I rap my knuckles lightly on the door and had waited less than a minute before it opened with a sexy Everett in just sweatpants, no shirt and bare feet. I took a moment to look him up and down and licked my dry lips.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
I don’t say a word, just place my hands on his warm, tanned skin and push up to my toes to kiss him.
“I like that reply.” He frames my face and takes control, pushing his tongue into my mouth. My legs are like jelly by the time he pulls away. He takes my hand, lightly kisses my knuckles, and with a smile pulls me inside, shoving the door closed.
We’d had a quiet night, it was nice, but I hadn’t said a word about work. Although Everett could have helped me and given me some helpful advice, I wanted to just let it sit in my head. It wasn’t the best plan of action, but I had no idea how I was going to get to the bottom of it.
Everett cuddles up to me and begins kissing my ear and down my neck until he makes contact with my collarbone. I can’t free my mind enough to get into what he’s doing. Everything is crashing down around me; sex is the last thing on my mind.
“Rae, what’s wrong. You’ve been really quiet tonight and now it’s like you don’t even want to know me.”
“It’s not you, I’m just not in the mood.”
He rolls away from me and lays his head on his pillow before sighing and tucking his hands beneath his head. His lips are in a slight pout and I feel really guilty. I’ve never pushed Ev away, but I’m just not in the mood.
“It’s not you, I promise.” Rolling to my side, I face him and he turns his head my way, looking directly into my eyes.
“Then what is it? You don’t normally turn me away.”
“It’s work. I don’t want to talk about it though.”
“How are we supposed to be us if you won’t tell me? Tell me what’s wrong.”
I feel like crap. As much as I want to give in, I’m scared. I breathe deep and prepare to tell him my fears.
“I think she’s trying to frame me or something.”
“Who?” Everett asks, a crease sitting between his eyebrows as he frowns.
“Oh, come on, Ev. Margie.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“She’s trying to make me look bad.”
Sitting up, I twist my body toward Everett and tuck my feet under me.
