Free About Last Night by Belle Aurora Page B

do the same. “So I think you’ve gathered by now that I am Nicholas Dietrich, owner of Addison Ltd.”
    I nodded gently, but said nothing. Why was it only now that I was feeling intimidated? When he was just Nicholas, I still felt nerves, but not nearly this bad.
    He leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m not often at the office. I prefer to work from home. There are too many distractions here. I hire people to do work for me, but when I sit in this office, it’s as though people think that’s an invitation to come in every five minutes to show me what they’ve done and ask if the work they’ve done is ‘okay.’”
    He pinched the bridge of his nose. “If you need me to check your work every five minutes, I’m assuming it’s not okay. That’s a really good way to get fired here. So here’s my first tip to you, Mia: Have confidence in your work and stick by it when others rip it apart. My second tip is: Hold your head up high. Pretend you’re a badass, the best at what you do, because if you don’t…” his eyes drift over me, looking me up and down, “…you’re going to get eaten up for breakfast.”
    My voice small, I mumbled, “I am the best at what I do.”
    He smiled then. “That’s the spirit.”
    I choked down a laugh and explained, “No, I mean…I am the best. Of this year, anyway. I came top of my class. Every class.”
    His eyes widened as his mouth pulled down. “Impressive.” Then he conceded, “And I should probably know that already. Alas, I don’t do the hiring.”
    Feeling bold, I pointed out, “Of course not. You have someone to do that for you. You probably have assistants for your assistants.”
    A cocky smile played on his face and he opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with, “Why were you taking a bus this morning?”
    His smile fell. And just as I tried to apologize for prying, the door to the office flew open and a blonde, rail-thin woman came rushing in, her high heels clicking with every step. Fury sparkled in her eyes. “We had a deal, Nick. You work from home; I work here at the office.”
    A cool smile graced his face. “Good morning, Addison. How lovely to see you.”
    His polite demeanor only seemed to fuel her fire. She hissed, “I want you gone by lunch, or I’m calling my lawyer.”
    I remained silent, locked in an awkward bubble between the obvious animosity between the two. And then she was gone.
    With his eyes fixed on the door, his jaw worked. “You want to know why I had to catch the bus this morning? Because my charming ex-wife, as you just met, claimed she needed my cars in conjunction with her alimony.” His eyes met mine. “That’s right. Not car, but car s .”
    “I see.” But I didn’t see. I had no idea what the hell I was getting myself into working at Addison Ltd.
    At the look on my face, his lip twitched. “Don’t worry. It’s not always that eventful working here. I swear.”
    Even though I told myself I should leave it alone, my mouth opened and words spewed forth. “You work with your ex-wife? That must be tough.” Then I winced. “I’m sorry; this is none of my business.”
    He nodded. “You’re right. It isn’t. But it’s nothing you won’t hear as part of office gossip.”
    My face gentled. I wanted to tell him I wouldn’t listen to the gossip, but that seemed unlikely. So rather than say that, I asked another personal question. “Why does she hate you so much?”
    He paused a moment, thinking of what to say. His face wore no expression, none whatsoever, when he uttered a very clinical, “Because I cheated on her.”
    And that was how I met my boss.
     
     
    My apartment welcomed me home with open doors. Well, not really, but if an apartment could hug a person, mine would be hugging me right now. I loved my place. It was small and bare, but it was mine.
    I was tired as hell, but the day had improved with every hour that passed. I met two colleagues I would be working closely