Chapter 101

I wasn’t going to go to his office. I was going to stand him up, that is, until the time got closer, and lunch dragged on as if time had stopped to draw out my anger. He was infuriating, acting as though he were God’s gift to women one minute, then as if he were God’s gift to me. 

Two could play at that game, and for the last twenty minutes of my lunch break, I ran to the department store down the street, purchasing something that he wouldn’t be able to resist, then I’d deny the son-of-a-bitch.

Teach him to be a dick to me again, I thought, storming to his office. I wasn’t even going to wait patiently while Ms. Carmicheal sat anxiously by the phone, waiting for him to bark orders at her. No, I was going to fly into that office and be the vixen that drove Mackenzie Craft insane.

To my surprise, when I got there, his assistant wasn’t at her desk. I laughed under my breath. I knew she’d quit sooner than later.

But