Walking past her, I go to the other side of the house where Cole and Barnes sleep and have set up the security monitors. Hilary doesn’t follow, which I’m glad for.
When I enter, Cole’s water bottle slips from his hand, and he quickly stands. His cheeks flush. He was watching porn. “Miss—Miss Adams, I—”
“I have to go to the club tonight. Milton’s orders.”
Clearing his throat, he grabs his phone and frowns at the screen. “He didn’t say—”
“As I just told Hilary, it was a last-minute decision. I got off the phone with him an hour ago. You know what he’s like—super busy and all. He probably forgot to call in.”
“Ma’am, I have strict—”
“Ma’am? I’m younger than you.” His cheeks go an even deeper shade of crimson as his eyes drop to my dress and the dogs. “The dogs are coming.”
“Milton never makes mistakes. Not when it comes to yo—” He pauses, face creasing with irritation. “He would inform us if he had plans. I can call him. Double-check he wants—”
“Or we leave, seeing as I just walked in on you not doing your job. And I’m sure I overheard Barnes say you’re negligent with your checks. Do you really want me to tell Milton you’re refusing to do your job now?”
He lifts his chin, but I don’t back down. He grabs his keys off the table with a grunt and brushes past me to go into the garage. He’s pissed, and I should feel bad, but I’m far from it. In fact, I’m excited to break free from the man who has me trapped in the palm of his hand.