Oops… My New CEO Saw Me in a Towel Chapter 10
I looked at Harrison – freshly showered, perfectly put together, not one hair out of place – and wanted to scream.
“This is your fault. I’m supposed to start at the company
today – my first day – and I can barely walk.” My voice cracked with righteous indignation.
Harrison was buttoning his shirt. He paused, then dropped to his knees right in front of me.
God, that face. Even kneeling he looked like a magazine
cover. Stop it, Stella. Do not get distracted by his face again.
“I’m the boss. I say when you start.”
Abuse of power. Absolutely shameless,
The second Harrison left, Mia called. She chewed me out for a good while before finally asking where I’d been.
Oh, I had questions for her too. If she hadn’t wandered into that store yesterday, I wouldn’t be lying here like a wrung–out rag,
At the cafe, Mia had been staring at my neck for what felt like forever,
I hid behind my coffee cup, cheeks burning. Harrison –
that bastard – had gone on some kind of rampage last night, demanding I stop hiding our relationship. He said he was tired of being my dirty little secret.
I refused. He made me pay for it.
I’d caked on concealer before leaving, even tied a scarf
around my neck. Mia saw through it in three seconds flat.
I hadn’t even sat down before she reached over and pulled
the scarf loose. Then came the stare.
She was waiting for a full confession.
“What if I told you it was… a curling iron accident?”
Mia snorted.
Yeah, right.
Somebody help. How do I talk my way out of this? Asking
for a friend,
I was about to crack when Mia spoke first. “You look
happy. Whoever he is, he’s treating you right.”
I glanced around the cafe, paranoid someone might overhear. She was being way too cool about this. It made
the guilt worse,
“Stella, I’m so annoyed.”
“What’s wrong?”
So that’s why she wanted to meet. Bad mood. Time to put on my best-friend hat – and, technically, my future–aunt hat.
“My parents are setting my uncle up on a date. Which, fine, whatever – but why do I have to be there?”
“Apparently someone my age will ‘lighten the mood.‘ So basically I’m a prop. A human conversation starter.”
“Especially Elise. You know I can’t stand those girls. The ones who act like the world owes them something just because daddy’s rich.”
She must have felt her rant needed visual evidence, because she yanked out her phone, pulled up the photos her mom had sent, and started swiping through them in front of my face,
Are you kidding me?
No wonder she needed to vent. Every single one of them was gorgeous-faces, bodies, the whole package, And every single one of them looked like she belonged next to Harrison,
My stomach dropped.
Sorry, Mia. I couldn’t comfort you anymore. I was pretty sure I felt worse than she did.