Page 48 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

She nods. “Mmm.”

“I don’t need another Mason, involving himself in my life because he wants something.”

“Mason was trying to steal your business, doing shit behind your back,” Mia points out. “This guy…”

“This guy is a control freak who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. You can’t trust a guy like that.”

“They’re not all shitty, Lizzie.”

“Three words. Microwave popcorn ban.”

That shuts her up.

I swirl the wine in my glass. “I’m keeping things short and sweet tomorrow morning. I’ll do the minimum to wake him up; then I’m out of there. No more extra activity.”

“Extra activity? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“This is serious,” I say. “I doubt he’ll fire the wake-up service at this point. Two more days, that’s all I need. I have to keep this job for two more days.”

“You know he’s going to try to trace the call.”

“Too bad it’s a burner. Who knew I’d ever be thankful to Mason for ruining my credit?”

“’Sex with me is a dirty, savage affair. Utterly uncivilized,’” Mia says. “I want a boyfriend who says that. And he follows through. Would you be mad if I cross-stitched that for our wall?”

I snort.

“Operator Seven.” Her grin is huge. “He wants more of her but he shall never have it. He’ll have to live on tongue-lashings alone.”

“Shut,” I say.

Mia snickers. “Hot, hot tongue lashings.”

“It,” I say.

Mia smiles.

“From now on, he gets me just waking him up and I’m out of there. He’ll see he can’t always have what he wants.”

“I think Operator Seven is looking forward to not giving him what he wants.”

She’s right. Just the thought of denying the great Theo Drummond sends a surge of energy through me.

You and that smart mouth of yours need to be taught a lesson.

Sixteen

Lizzie

I barely sleep.When I do, my dreams are strange and way too full of Mr. Drummond sternly scowling in his lab coat. Mr. Drummond, discovering my secret.

Or else they’re nightmares of angry Sasha and her angry eyebrows firing me. Because Mr. Drummond won’t leave it alone already! Nightmares of Lenny’s enforcer and his shiny gun. Nightmares of Mia being killed because of me.

By the time my alarm rings at the evil hour of 4:20, I’m in a state—heart pounding, mind racing. It’s like I’ve lost the job already. Like the loan sharks are already beating down the door.

Because of Mr. Drummond!

He picks it up on the first ring.

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