Page 19 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

She thought I knew it was real.

“I know,” I say numbly. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

“I should’ve checked it. You were just trying to help. It was my mistake, my—”

Riiiing. We both jump as the phone rings and vibrates, shifting slightly on the couch like a live thing.

He’s calling back.

I hold up a hand. “Don’t answer.”

“Furthest from my mind,” Mia says.

It rings again.

“Please tell me you have generic voicemail on there,” she says.

“Yes,” I whisper as it vibrates again. “It’s a burner. No name. It just says to leave a message.” Thanks to Mason, I can’t get a real cell phone.

“Good. And when you call me with that one, it comes up NY Cell. It doesn’t have your name.”

The ringing stops.

Mia looks at me hopefully. “You haven’t taken your allergy medicine yet today. Your voice sounds husky. He probably never heard your voice sound like that. He won’t know!”

“Of course he’ll know,” I say. “Once he complains to Sasha.”

“Tell her you didn’t know they’d be like that.”

“What wake-up-call service says things like that? They’re going to figure out it was me, and Sasha is going to fire me.” I put my head in my hands.

Mia sets a hand on my shoulder. “I’m so so so sorry.”

“It was an accident,” I say through near tears.

“We’ll figure it out. If you lose that bonus—”

“WhenI lose the bonus.”

“I’ll help you raise what you need.”

“I need fourteen thousand dollars,” I say.

“I’ll prostitute myself down on Thirty-eighth,” she says.

“Stop it,” I say. “You’re not going down to Thirty-eighth.” There’s a foot and back rub place there that we always think rubs more than feet and backs.

“I’ll wear my green feather boa.”

I snort and shrug her off. “I guess if I had to go…saying all those things did feel kind of amazing.”

She beams at me. “There’s the spirit.”

“Though possibly not worth my kneecaps.”

She strikes a pose. “Blow jobs for a buck,” she says. “See? I got this.”

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