Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Harrison
“Really, Harrison?” my sister, Athena, shouted as she stormed into my office.
Reaching into my desk drawer, I took out the bottle of aspirin and popped two of them in my mouth.
“Good morning, sis. Welcome home. How was Europe?” I asked with a smirk, for I already knew why she blew in with an attitude.
“Renee was the best personal assistant I ever had, and you have to ruin her like all the other women in your life. I leave you alone for one month, and you can’t behave yourself or keep your dick in your pants.”
“Calm down. Renee was your only personal assistant, so don’t say she’s the best. It was one drunken night, Athena. One.” I held up my finger. “It’s not my fault she thought it would turn into something more. When I told her it was a mistake and it’ll never happen again, she took it personally and quit. It’s not my fault she’s so sensitive.”
“UGH! You can have any woman you want! When I hired her, I thought I made myself clear that she was off limits!”
“Like I said, it was one drunken night. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I’m sorry she couldn’t handle it and quit. You’ll find another assistant.”
“That’s not the point! I liked her.” She pouted.
I got up from my chair, walked over to where she stood, and wrapped my arms around her.
“I’m happy you’re home. I missed you.”
“I missed you too until I came back to no assistant.” She broke our embrace.
“You’ll get over it.” I kissed her forehead and walked back to my desk.
“How are the plans for the townhouse coming?” she asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it. At this rate, I’m never moving in.”
“Why? What happened?” She took the seat across from my desk.
“Linda quit.”
She let out a snicker. “Didn’t she like work for you for a week?”
“Three days. I told her I didn’t like what her plan was for the living room, and I made her change it.”
“Well, that’s your right to do that. You’re the client. I don’t understand why she would quit over that. Unless you ran your mouth and insulted her.” Her brow raised.
“All I said was she had terrible taste, and I didn’t understand how she even got her degree.”
Athena rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
“Then maybe you need to decorate the townhouse yourself, brother. Obviously, no one can do it better than you.”
“I don’t have time for that. Do me a favor and find someone for me. Someone excellent who will take my criticism and not act like a child.”
“Maybe if you were nicer, you could keep people around.” She smirked. “Besides, I don’t have time to find anyone for you. I just got back, and now I have to find a new personal assistant.” She got up from her chair and headed toward the door. “I’ll be using your personal assistant, Jeremy, until I find one,” she spoke as she walked out of my office.
I sighed as I leaned back in my chair and placed my hands behind my head. My twin sister could be such a pain in the ass. As I was pondering my thoughts about the townhouse, my phone pinged with a text message from Andrea.
“Hey there, handsome. What time are you picking me up tonight?”
Shit. I forgot we were supposed to go on a date.
“How’s seven o’clock?”
“Seven’s good. If you want to bring me some flowers, yellow roses are my favorite.”
I didn’t reply. Why the hell would she want me to bring her flowers? I wasn’t a flower-giving type of guy. There were only two people in the world whom I gave flowers: my grandmother and Athena. I wasn’t a romance type of guy, either. As far as I was concerned, romance was overrated. There was no need for it. The women I took out had a nice dinner and great sex afterward. They also got the boot after a few dates because they started getting clingy and too attached—something I despised. There was nothing more pathetic than a woman whining and wanting to know why I wouldn’t commit or take our so-called ‘relationship’ to the next level. I didn’t have time or the patience for that, and I didn’t need the aggravation.
Now that Andrea had thrown in the ‘flower’ suggestion, I suspected it was time to cut all ties. I already knew how this would pan out. First, it starts with the flowers. Then the whining begins about how I never want to do anything besides have dinner and sex. It got old fast, and I would cut my losses and move on, which I felt would happen tonight. Maybe I should skip the dinner part and get right to the sex first before telling her we wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore. I was under a great deal of stress with the building of the new hotel, and I needed sex to get my mind off it.