Chapter 22 – Dominic
TWENTY-TWO
COLORADO SPRINGS, COLORADO
DOMINIC
“What do you mean you’re staying for another week?” Paul yells at me via FaceTime. “Have you lost your mind?”
“I’m doing what you said,” I say. “Going above and beyond for the client.”
“Unless the client is Georgia Grey from last year, you need to tell the client her time is up and she’s full of shit. Her friends and family will just have to deal with whatever lie she concocted.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean unless she’s Georgia Grey?”
“We can discuss that when you’re on your way back to Utah,” he says. “Do I have to fly to Colorado personally and drag you back?”
“I want to hear why you think Georgia is the exception to me leaving.”
“Jesus Christ.” He rolls his eyes and tosses back a drink. “Let’s count the many ways, shall we? Actually, let’s just keep it simple with the obvious: you should’ve fired her after her first day, and then you should’ve asked her on a damn date.”
“I had my reasons.”
“Being attracted to her while being unable to seriously date anyone else aren’t good reasons.” He shakes his head. “Spare me the bullshit about her being a bad employee with the potential to turn it around.”
“She was.”
“Yeah okay,” he says. “And if she was so terrible, you would’ve been happy when she was gone. You moped for months like a fucking puppy.”
“I did not.”
“You haven’t dated anyone since she left.”
“Goodbye, Paul.”
“If it’s not Georgia, and the woman hasn’t sent me an additional seven thousand dollars by the end of the day, I’m reporting her to the app.”
I hang up in his face and send him a text.
It is Georgia…Talk when we get back.
Paul
In that case, don’t come back. Ever.
Before I can tell him to go fuck himself, the bathroom door creaks open. Georgia steps out, her cheeks flushed red.
“You moped when I was gone?” she asked. “Is that what your friend just said on the phone?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say. “You’re hearing things.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” I smile and pull her closer to me. “I wasn’t even on the phone.”
“Why didn’t you ask me out?”
“Because you would’ve said no.” I tilt her chin up with my fingertips. “And you were taken.”
“I would’ve said yes,” she says. “As long as you offered me a raise.”
“Of course.” I laugh, kissing her lips. “What time do you have to start your final holiday shift?”
“I’m still off. Why?”
“Because last time I checked, you still owe me a few dates.” I look into her eyes. “We have a standing reservation at the ski slope, and then I want to see if we can break yesterday’s orgasm record.”
“Do we have to do those things in order?”
“Not unless you want to.”
“I’d like to break the orgasm record first.”
“Good decision.” I push her onto the bed.