Chapter 10
I throw the highlighter down and spin his chair to face me. The jump of his eyebrows is satisfying.
“I’m going to say this, and you’re not going to interrupt me, okay?”
He nods and settles back in his chair, arms crossed, all of his focus on me.
His biceps are huge …
It’s everything I’ve wanted; he’s finally taking me seriously, finally ready to listen. I feel important, more than I ever have before, because Sterling Ross is paying attention to me.
“I didn’t have to agree to help you, but I said yes because I believe in this job, in the impact you have. You inspire people; you inspire me—or at least you used to.”
He has the grace to look contrite.
“The world needs more than one of you, and no matter what you think of me, I plan on becoming that good. Better even. You should want that. You should be teaching me, but you’re intent on keeping all that wisdom in a tower, aren’t you?
No one but you in there, looking down over the rest of us—over me, and all I’m trying to do is help you. ”
“You’re right; I’m sorry.”
Honestly, sorry is nice, but it isn’t good enough.
“If you’re serious about working together, the cold shoulder and the silent treatment stop—right now.” Oh God, I sound like my ma. “Agreed?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Fuck, that really shouldn’t turn me on.
“Good.” My cheeks heat like the sun in the middle of July.
I make the mistake of looking at him, and my mouth goes dry. He’s smiling in that small, secret way he does.
I clear my throat. “Now, can we get back to work, please?”
Sterling stands, stretching his back and shoulders. He stripped out of his jacket an hour ago, so there’s nothing hiding how his shirt sticks and clings to his muscles as they pull taut.
“Hungry?”
“Um …” I’m starving, but this feels like a trap.
“It’s not a threat, Mia. If you don’t want food, we can take a walk. But I have to get out of this chair before I become fused to it.”
I know what he means.
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Make Your Choice:
food sounds good (go to 16)
I’d rather get fresh air (go to 17)
go back (go to 9)