"It's this evening, what is it that you'd like to talk about Marian?" My eyes scan the crowd searching for Wendy.
She tuts and I shake my head, she's going to try and act as though she's doing me a favor or some shit. My gaze lands on Wendy, she's doing lengths of the pool.
"Marian, I asked you a question." My teeth clenched, she knows how to piss me off.
"Jameson, relax. I have a proposition for you. Something that could make us both a hell of a lot of money."
I doubt that very much. Lately, everything that Marian has touched has gone bust. I don't want her anywhere near my damn business.
"Please, Jameson, hear me out."
Wendy walks up the steps of the pool, water pooling at her feet as she wipes her face. Droplets cling to her skin. As though she feels me staring at her, she turns to face me, her face breaking out into that beautiful smile of hers.
"Jameson, are you there?"
Fuck, I forgot about her. "Fine, text me the time and place." I end the call, instantly regretting telling her I'll meet her.
Wendy, walks toward me, swiping the towel off the sun lounger as she does. A small smile on her face. "Who pissed you off?"
I raise my brow, "Who said anyone has?"
She laughs, "Jameson, you get this little furrow in your brow, not to mention if you clench your jaw any more you'll break your teeth."
I roll my eyes, she's so dramatic. "Marian."
She shudders at the name.
"Yeah, she wants to meet. She's in Vegas still."
Her eyes narrow, "A bit of a coincidence."
"To say the least." I think that she's planned it.
"Please don't tell me you've agreed to meet that witch?" Her eyes widen, pleading with me.
"I have, she's going to text me the time and place. If she doesn't then there will be no meeting."
She sighs, "I'm glad I don't have to deal with her. That woman annoys me."
"Wendy, you'll be coming with me."
Her nose scrunches in disgust. "God no, please don't do this to me."
I chuckle, "It's work."
She snorts, "Oh, is that what she's calling it?"
"Look, she has a proposition for me."
She snorts once again, "Of course she has. Jameson, that woman treats me as though I'm her slave."
I take a deep breath, "That shit stops. Why didn't you tell me?"
Now she rolls her eyes, "She's your client, what was I supposed to do?"
"Not take that shit from her. She's not my client. Her ex-husband was an investor. She thinks that she still has some right to my fucking business."
She tilts her head to the side, "How does she work that out?"
I smirk, "Johnny sold me his shares before he announced he was divorcing her ass. He told me that he didn't want payment for them."
She narrows her eyes, "But?"
"Astute as always. But, when he and Marian divorced she got a third of his business. I bought the shares from her and gave them back to him. It was cheaper for me to buy his shares from her than it would have been for me to purchase my own shares."
She smiles, “So win, win for the both of you then.”
“Yes, now, let’s get you upstairs.”
Her eyes widen. “Jameson.” She groans, “Is that all you think about?”
I smirk, “Wendy, you’re dressed in a bikini, what do you expect me to think about?”
She shakes her head and walks ahead of me. I’m pretty sure she has an extra sway as she walks. Yeah, she wants this just as much as I do. I knew once I had her, I’d be fucked. She’s addictive and I can’t keep my hands off of her.
Fifteen
Wendy
Sitting on this bed, all I can think about is how many people have slept on it. This place looks dirty and I’m actually scared that I could catch something. Getting to my feet I begin to pace the floor, giving Jameson the death stare as I do so.
“That’s it, send her an email and tell her that there’s a change of venue,” he says walking to the door.
I smile and pull out my cell phone and begin typing out an email to Marian Lovelace. That woman booked the filthiest hotel room to have a meeting with Jameson, did she think that he’d succumb to her attempts? “Where shall I tell her to meet us?”
“Avenue Cafe, I need a damn coffee. Shit, this place needs to be shut down,” he growls as we walk out of this awful hotel.
“Demolished would be better.” I quip, as I finish sending the email.
“You’re leaving?” A shocked voice calls and I lift my head from my phone just in time to see Marian rush over to Jameson and wrap her arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his cheek.
Jameson angrily pulls her arms off of him, “Yes, we’re leaving. What game do you think you’re playing?”
Shit, I’ve never witnessed him so angry before. This woman doesn’t scare easily though, she straightens herself and plasters on a fake smile. “Jameson…”
“It’s Mr Theroux, now if you don’t mind, we were just fucking leaving.” He reaches behind him and grabs my hand pulling me along with him as he strides toward his car.
Her heels click against the ground as she rushes after us, “Mr Theroux, what is going on? I thought we had a meeting scheduled.” She’s acting as though she has no idea what’s going on, she’s a great actress that’s for sure.
Jameson comes to a halt and I bump into the back of him. He somehow manages to catch me from falling, “We did have a meeting scheduled, and do you honestly believe that I’m that stupid? Contact me again Ms Lovelace and I’ll make sure that you’re ruined. Do I make myself clear?”
Her face reddens as she begins to splutter, “Mr Theroux, I have no idea what’s going on, if I could just have a few moments of your time so that we can have a meeting.”
“What is it that you would like to discuss?” he asks through clenched teeth.
She glances at me and then to Jameson’s arms around me, “Do you think we could do this without her?”
“Her, has a name, it’s Ms Evans, use it,” he says angrily, his arms tightening around me. “Now, you have one more chance, what do you want to discuss?”
She huffs, “I thought we’d do this professionally, somewhere private.”
Jameson doesn’t answer her, he just stares at her, waiting for her to get to whatever it is that she wants.
“Fine, I was hoping that we’d be able to get into business together, I have a proposal for you to read over.” Her sultry tone and fluttery eyelashes make my skin crawl.
“That is never going to happen, Ms Lovelace, I would never go into business with you. Now if you don’t mind, I want to take my woman out of here.” He turns on his foot, taking me with him and walks towards the rental car.
“Your woman?” I ask, shell shocked that he’s just said that out loud in front of someone.
“You’re dating her?” The shrill voice of Marian hurts my ears.
Jameson stops once again just as we reach the car, taking a deep breath he turns and glares at her, “Her,” he growls. “Her name is Wendy Evans. And no, I’m not dating her. That would imply that this isn’t serious, when in fact it is very serious. Now, it’s time for you to leave. Don’t test me, Marian, or I’ll ruin you.” His body is shaking with rage.
I place my hand on his chest, “Jameson, she isn’t worth it.”
“Heed my words, Marian.” he warns her, turning he opens the passenger’s side door for me.
Getting in, I catch Marian standing there with fake tears in her eyes. Jameson closes the door, but I continue to stare at her, she gives him one last glance before putting her head down and walking away. She looks like someone’s kicked her puppy, I almost feel bad for her.
“Jameson, did you have to be so harsh?” I ask as he gets into the car.
Sighing, he revs the engine, “Yes, I did, Wendy. That woman will not stop, even now knowing that I’m with you, she’s going to continue her shit. I won’t put up with it, that woman is never
allowed to step foot into my office again. If she even tries, I’m having her ass arrested.”
My mouth falls open, “Jameson, really?” I can’t believe, he’s going this far, she’s a bitch but to ruin her? That’s a bit too much.
Pulling out of the parking lot, his knuckles turn white with the grip on the steering wheel. “Yes, really. Our flight is in two hours.” A smirk comes across his face, “That gives us plenty of time.”
“For what?” I ask and as soon as his eyes darken, I realize what he means.
“Patience is a virtue.” He taunts and a hum of anticipation runs through me. When his hand reaches under my dress and his fingers move towards my thigh, my pulse begins to race, having him touch me while he’s driving is sexy as hell, so I open my legs so that he can have easier access. He wastes no time in moving further up toward my pussy. When he removes his hand without doing anything I whimper, the jerk laughs, “Ever heard the saying, anticipation is the key to seduction?”
“Has anyone ever called you an asshole?” I quip and he chuckles, “What’s so funny?”
“You’ve been working for me for three months and you’re still shocked that I’m an asshole?” he says as we get closer to our hotel.
“No, I’m not. I doubt you’ll ever change. Just as long as you tone down your bossiness when we’re not at work.” I’m not having him boss me about over every little thing.
“I wouldn’t.” He smirks, pulling up outside the hotel.
“Oh, you would and you have.” I tell him. As we get out of the car, I’m thinking back to earlier when he came down to the pool just to make me cover up.
He throws his keys to the valet and grabs my hand, “Wendy, men were staring at you, you’re mine.”
“Why are you such a caveman?” I huff walking through the main doors of the hotel, he’s still holding my hand. Even though he’s a bossy fucker, I love him and this weekend has been the happiest I’ve ever been.
“You like me being a caveman.” He slaps me on my ass and smirks, “I need to make a phone call.” He tells me as we get into the elevator, he hits the button for the top floor and stares at me.
Wait, what? “You’re making a phone call?” He can’t be serious. “Now?”
“Anticipation and all that,” he says with a shrug.
“Ever heard of blue balls?” Why the hell is he teasing me?
Stepping out of the elevator he glares at me, “Yeah, I’ve had them for the past four weeks.”
“Whose fault was that?” He never told me how he felt so he only has himself to blame.
“Yours, I won’t be long, besides, you have to pack.” He gives me a pointed look.
He’s right, I do have to pack and with only two hours left until our flight, I doubt I’m getting any before we leave. Damn it. Walking into the suite, I head straight for the stairs, hoping that maybe, just maybe if I pack quick enough, we’ll still have time.
We didn’t, and here we are making our way onto the plane. Peering up at the plane’s door, I’m shocked that the blond woman that burned me isn’t here, instead there’s a middle-aged woman. Walking up to the top step she’s standing there with a lovely warm smile for both Jameson and I. “Welcome, Ms Evans, Mr Theroux, please take your seats. Is there anything I can get you before we take off?” Her voice is soft, as she directs us inside the cabin. Taking my seat, I wait for Jameson to come and sit down too, I want to find out what happened to Lissa. He’s currently talking quietly to the middle-aged woman, she’s still got that warm smile for him and it’s refreshing to find someone who doesn’t leer at him as though he’s their next conquest.
“What happened to Lissa?” I ask as soon as he takes a seat.
Raising his brow, he begins to buckle his seatbelt. “Wendy, that bitch burnt you, did you honestly believe that she was going to keep her job?”
I’m positive she did it on purpose but to lose her job? “Jameson, she may have really needed this job.”
He rolls his eyes, “You’re too damn soft, that woman was lucky I didn’t call the cops. She burnt you, Wendy, it could have been a hell of a lot worse than it was. Do you want anything from Cynthia?” He nods his head to the woman who’s at the top of the cabin, sitting alone, texting on her phone. She must have heard Jameson call her name as she gets up and starts walking towards us.
“No thank you, I’m tired, I’m going to try and get some sleep.” I didn’t get much last night, anytime Jameson or I woke we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, I think we got about three hours sleep. I have no idea how he managed to look good today, I’m barely able to keep my eyes open.
“Sleep,” he demands and I do all I can not to roll my eyes at his bossiness. “You’ll be coming home with me tonight.”
“Okay.” I tell him softly, I don’t argue with him, there’s no point. I’ll message Althea on the way to his house to make her aware of my plans; that I won’t be home tonight.
His smile is sweet and soft, “Sleep, baby,” he whispers as Cynthia approaches us, she gives me a smile but it’s not as soft as it had been when I first got on the plane. She bends and whispers something to Jameson, I can’t make out what she’s saying but whatever it is, Jameson’s not happy. His jaw clenches as his eyes tighten, he’s pissed. He pulls his cell out of his pocket and begins to type furiously.
“What’s happened?” I ask as soon as Cynthia walks away.
He sighs heavily, “Lissa has made a threat. She’s smart, instead of coming to me, she went to Neal.” He’s still typing furiously. Neal is his lawyer. “She plans on suing for unfair dismissal. She has no case and she’s doing this in hopes of a payday. Which won’t happen.” He puts his phone away and glances at me, “Close your eyes and sleep. It’s going to be okay.”
I give him a small smile and do as he says, but I can’t help feel as though this is partly my fault, if I hadn’t been here then she wouldn’t have burnt me with a coffee and she’d still have her job.
Sixteen
Jameson
"Jameson, Neal's here for your meeting," Wendy says and I glance up at the clock on the wall, it's not even nine am. "Jameson, do you want me to get you coffee?" The worry in her voice is clear to me.
While Wendy slept on the plane yesterday, I called Neal and found out that not only is Lissa trying to sue me for unfair dismissal, she's claiming that I made sexual advances to her and when she rebuffed me, I fired her. None of which is true, but now she's threatening to go to the press about it and I’m certain if she does, people will believe her, even though it's a pack of lies. My reputation will be tarnished and I'm not sure if I'd ever get it back. This needs to be nipped in the bud before it ever fucking starts.
"Send him in." I reply gruffly. I've not told her the full extent of what Lissa has said and I'm unsure whether or not I should. Especially after she told me that she felt guilty, that none of this would have happened had she not been on the plane. I say fuck that. Lissa's true colors would have surfaced eventually. The bitch could have seriously injured Wendy.
The door opens and Wendy gives me a fleeting glance before smiling at Neal. "Mr Theroux, would you like a coffee?"
My jaw clenches at the formal way she talks to me. I'm unsure if it's because Neal's here or if she's pissed. Either way I don't like it. "Yes please, Ms. Evans." I reply snidely and watch as her eyes narrow.
"Certainly, sir." She practically curtsies. She's definitely mad, I'll deal with it later. Right now, I have to deal with the bigger mess.
"Neal, sit down." I instruct, waving my hand to the seats in front of me.
He nods, "Thanks, sorry I'm not here with better news."
I groan, "What has she done now?"
"She's contacted Rolina at the Globe, thankfully Rolina won't publish it."
I say a silent prayer, Rolina is Neal's wife, she's the editor of the Globe and a fucking lifesaver.
He glances at his hands before turning his focus back to me, he's nervous about something. "I had to explain to her about every
thing...."
I wave him off, "It's fine, Rolina is doing me a favor, I'm not angry that you told her, I'm grateful."
Relief fills his eyes, "Okay. Rolina has said that Lissa seemed determined, she believes it won't be long until she goes elsewhere with her story."
"What do we do? She's trying to ruin me, for what? Because I fired her?" I shake my head in absolute disgust, what the fuck is wrong with her?
"No, she's doing this because you have a girlfriend." There's curiosity in his voice.
"How the hell is she aware of that?"
He smirks, "From what Rolina said, she witnessed the two of you."
"What is this, kindergarten?"
He shrugs, "Rolina recorded their meeting and she's told me that she'll produce it if we need it."
There's a knock on the door and I give Neal a look, I don't want anything said around Wendy. "Enter."
She walks into my office with two coffees in her hand, "Do you need anything else?" she asks not glancing at me, placing the two coffees onto the table.
"No thank you. Call Clive and have him come in.”
She glances up at me, her eyes wide with fear, “Of course.” She rushes out of the room, I’m going to have to make it up to her, along with telling her everything. I stare at the closed door, wondering what the hell is going through her mind?
"Jameson, this is a good thing. We can use it against her."
I turn my attention back to Neal, "What do you mean?"
He smiles, "Jameson, she's slipped up by revealing that you rebuffed her. That counters everything that she claims to have happened."
A tiny bit of hope sparks within.
"Her claims are that you made sexual advances to her when she rebuffed you. But she's told Rolina that it was the complete opposite. She's made her bed and now we're going to make sure that she lies in it."
I nod, "Good, so what's the plan?" This is unlike me, usually I’m on the ball, I’m the one to have the plan and ensure it’s done with precision.
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