Besides, she needs someone who’s normal, not someone who has five bags of psychological issues. I’m aware I’m fucked in the head, and I’m not going to ask someone to deal with my shit. Hell, I don’t want to deal with my shit.

“Go home and pack a bag. We’re going to Atlanta tomorrow morning.”

Her amber eyes widen and she frowns. She assesses me like Michael Myers busted through the door and is about to hack us to death. “Why?”

“I have a business meeting with Oliver.” After speaking to him this morning, he seems like a down-to-earth kind of guy. We’re supposed to have dinner at his house and meet his wife and kids. “Take my card and buy a nice-ass dress for dinner, wear something bright.”

My spending habits on women never included whisking them off on a trip with me. I didn’t even take my own sister when I had business trips. So taking Gia with me is a big step.

“No. I can’t get on a plane. I’ll be sick tomorrow.”

She balls her fist and fake cough and I smirk.

“It isn’t a plane, it’s my private jet and sickness doesn’t work that way.” I lean back in the chair and she straightens her spine like a needle.

“You said during my interview you go on business trips alone. So why do you need me?”

Smartass. I love it.

“Have you forgotten your role? I’m your boss, you’re the employee. This is strictly business, Gia. Don’t get your pink thong in a twist.”

I kept a few of her clean panties in my drawer. She used my bed to finger-fuck herself, and I used her panties to jack off. Now, we’re even.

“I have to read the documents Mason sent over.”

“You can do it on the jet. Take the rest of the day off. Go pack and buy a dress. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

She gets up from the chair and tucks the iPad under her arm. “I’ll pack, but I’m not spending your money. I can buy my own dress.”

Jesus, what’s with this woman? Though her independence is turning me on. There is no more blood in my brain as it travels to my dick faster than a race car. “But you buy colorful gel pens and lunch on my credit card.”

“Well . . . Yeah, that’s when I was working paycheck to paycheck, and my rent wasn’t super-duper cheap. I didn’t have any money left after paying my student loans.” She turns on the balls of her feet, and her ass sways back and forth as she leaves my office.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Gia

My heart beats hard and rapidly like it’s trying to break free from my ribcage.

We’re going to die, we’re going to die. We’re. Going. To. Die.