to my face that I can smell the mint of her mouthwash trying to conceal the overwhelming scent of liquor.
I don't know what to say so I simply nod, desperate to get the hell out of this situation and away from this crazy woman who apparently thinks that I am trying to steal her man. Her man? Certainly not. If her and Bentley were a thing, someone surely would know that information which means Lo would have known. There is rarely an incident that takes place that Lo doesn't have her nose all up in. And then there's Josh. Immediately I can't help but question if he told her. I know it wasn't Lo, so how else would she find out?
“That's a good girl.” She laughs lightly, finally stepping away from me and giving me room to let out a long breath. “You can go.” She says dismissively, turning her back to me as she makes her way around the other side of the desk.
I don't wait to be told twice. Quickly slipping out of the office, I practically run down the hall and out of the back door, wanting to get as far away from this place as I possibly can. As soon as the night air engulfs me, I feel like some of my disorientation lifts. What the hell is going on tonight? First, being thrown into a private party I wasn't prepared for. Then, having to dance for Bentley of all people. What came after was even more shocking and has since gotten even weirder.
As I climb into the drivers seat of my old car, I can't shake the feeling that Bentley Reed coming into my life is more of a curse than a blessing. I am a simple girl with simple needs. I don't belong in his world. A world with money and power. A world where women like Cora have already staked their claim and are waiting in the wings to pounce on anyone that threatens what they view as theirs.
I am not ready for that world. And as drawn as I am to Bentley, I don't think I am ready for a man like him either.
Chapter Nine
“Josh. Would you just talk to me?” I ask, following him down the hall towards the office. It's been three days since he walked in on me and Bentley and I have yet to smooth things over with him.
The first day, radio silence. I tried to call and text him multiple times with no response. I wasn't sure what to expect when I arrived at work yesterday but Josh avoided me my entire shift and even left for the night before I did. I promised myself that no matter what it takes, he will talk to me tonight. Though up to this point, he hasn't made the task easy on me.
“Josh.” I say again, reaching out to grab his arm just as he tries to slip into his office. He spins in place and pins his dark eyes directly on mine. “Let me explain.” I plead, not missing the way his features soften at my words only to harden again within seconds.
“I have work to do Logan.” He says, attempting to turn back towards the door. Okay, well at least he said actual words. That's a start.
“Josh.” I say, grabbing his arm again, trying my damnedest to not let him just avoid this conversation. “We need to talk.” I say, when he flips his eyes back towards me. “Please.” I say again.
“There's nothing to talk about. Now if you will excuse me.” He says, shaking my hand off his arm and pushing his way inside the office. He attempts to close the door in my face but I am having none of that. Wedging my foot in the crease of the door, I block his ability to shut it. As if he doesn't have the strength to fight me, he simply shrugs his shoulders and crosses the room, taking a seat behind his desk.
“I know I hurt you.” I
I don't know what to say so I simply nod, desperate to get the hell out of this situation and away from this crazy woman who apparently thinks that I am trying to steal her man. Her man? Certainly not. If her and Bentley were a thing, someone surely would know that information which means Lo would have known. There is rarely an incident that takes place that Lo doesn't have her nose all up in. And then there's Josh. Immediately I can't help but question if he told her. I know it wasn't Lo, so how else would she find out?
“That's a good girl.” She laughs lightly, finally stepping away from me and giving me room to let out a long breath. “You can go.” She says dismissively, turning her back to me as she makes her way around the other side of the desk.
I don't wait to be told twice. Quickly slipping out of the office, I practically run down the hall and out of the back door, wanting to get as far away from this place as I possibly can. As soon as the night air engulfs me, I feel like some of my disorientation lifts. What the hell is going on tonight? First, being thrown into a private party I wasn't prepared for. Then, having to dance for Bentley of all people. What came after was even more shocking and has since gotten even weirder.
As I climb into the drivers seat of my old car, I can't shake the feeling that Bentley Reed coming into my life is more of a curse than a blessing. I am a simple girl with simple needs. I don't belong in his world. A world with money and power. A world where women like Cora have already staked their claim and are waiting in the wings to pounce on anyone that threatens what they view as theirs.
I am not ready for that world. And as drawn as I am to Bentley, I don't think I am ready for a man like him either.
Chapter Nine
“Josh. Would you just talk to me?” I ask, following him down the hall towards the office. It's been three days since he walked in on me and Bentley and I have yet to smooth things over with him.
The first day, radio silence. I tried to call and text him multiple times with no response. I wasn't sure what to expect when I arrived at work yesterday but Josh avoided me my entire shift and even left for the night before I did. I promised myself that no matter what it takes, he will talk to me tonight. Though up to this point, he hasn't made the task easy on me.
“Josh.” I say again, reaching out to grab his arm just as he tries to slip into his office. He spins in place and pins his dark eyes directly on mine. “Let me explain.” I plead, not missing the way his features soften at my words only to harden again within seconds.
“I have work to do Logan.” He says, attempting to turn back towards the door. Okay, well at least he said actual words. That's a start.
“Josh.” I say, grabbing his arm again, trying my damnedest to not let him just avoid this conversation. “We need to talk.” I say, when he flips his eyes back towards me. “Please.” I say again.
“There's nothing to talk about. Now if you will excuse me.” He says, shaking my hand off his arm and pushing his way inside the office. He attempts to close the door in my face but I am having none of that. Wedging my foot in the crease of the door, I block his ability to shut it. As if he doesn't have the strength to fight me, he simply shrugs his shoulders and crosses the room, taking a seat behind his desk.
“I know I hurt you.” I
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