Laci’s head jerks back and she looks at me with wide eyes. “You didn’t?”
“Hell no. I guess it was my crazy ass mind telling me to keep it slow. Somehow my subconscious must have known he was a player.”
“Wow.”
“Wow? That’s what you have to say?”
“Yeah, don’t be a bitch. I just thought you were hung up on him because he was good in bed.”
“I wouldn’t know. We’ve never been to bed.”
It’s silent for a minute and then Laci hisses.
“Shit, you had an emotional connection.”
“Yeah. I did. Not so sure about him though.”
“Fuck, Stella, I’m so sorry.”
“No big deal, babe, we’ve got a job to do. No need to wallow. Maybe tomorrow you can have Landon call some of the prospects blowing up our phones at work and set up some meetings. After the executive meeting on Thursday and the board presentation next week, I can free up some time. Nothing like taking advantage of the free publicity Max gave us to get the business booming.”
“There’s my girl. Okay, go shower. Now we get the fun stuff.”
“Sweetie, not sure anything sounds fun after looking at those pictures.”
“What do think are in the boxes? These are the clothes I ordered. We need to pick you out some kick ass outfits for this week. Thank God I’m awesome and ordered more than two outfits. But you stink, go shower.” She shoos me away and starts taking the boxes to my room.
“You know, Lace, one thing’s for sure, you are awesome.” I smile at her and head to the bathroom.
Fuck Maxwell McCoy and his ‘complicated’ relationship with Erica. Guess things aren’t so complicated now, huh?
If this plane doesn’t land in the next five minutes, I’m going to land it myself. I can’t even look across the row because Erica is staring at me with a mischievous grin. Little does she know her fucking stunt just brought her closer to homelessness. She’s out of control and I’m done. Especially after last night.
Why the hell hasn’t Dana called me back? I’ve been waiting on an update on Stella since fucking morning. I have a crazy ache in my back from sleeping on the sofa. Edward thought it would be cute to get us a two bedroom penthouse suite so Erica and I would be forced to sleep together. I spent the nights on the couch, while she pouted. He didn’t notice me there when he came back to the room at five am filling the living room with the smell of booze and cheap sex. Fucking dirty old man. I thought that was one area Erica and I had common ground—both despising her father. That was one reason I let her stay at my place as long as I have. But she proved to me this weekend the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“Did you hear me, boy?” Edward’s hoarse voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Nope.”
“You need to get your head out of your ass and concentrate. This deal in New York is big time. We can make billions.”
“I’ll look it over.”
“Don’t fucking tell me you’ll look it over, tell me you’ll make it happen!”
I nod because I don’t have the energy to argue with him. Let him think he is still a big-shot for now. It will make taking him down so much sweeter. The plane’s phone rings and I jump up so fast my drink goes everywhere.
“McCoy!” I bark into the phone.
“You really know how to fuck things up, huh?” Dana replies.
“How bad?”
“Let’s just say, Laci said it’s bad. I didn’t know how to sooth it over since your sorry ass hasn’t called me in days. Then boom! You need me to get Stella to the corporate apartment tonight. Needless to say, that’s not happening.”
“Fuck!” I duck into a small area as Erica looks at me questioningly.
“Where is your phone by the way?”