Page 69 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

I shake my head.

“How about taking a guess,” she says.

I shrug. If she’s going to fire me, I’m not helping her.

“The wake-up-call service. There isn’t one, is there?”

I frown, like I don’t get it.

She puts on a sympathetic face. “It’s you. It’s been you all along.”

How did she find out? Did Mr. Drummond spill? No way. He wouldn’t have.

I sigh. “I can explain—I really can,” I say, the three words that never lead anywhere good, but I try. I tell her how I had the Canadian service all set up. How I ordered a call for myself just to ensure it came through, and it didn’t. So I had to do it.

“Well, I wanted to tell you that I appreciate your ingenuity.”

Sasha appreciates my ingenuity?Hope begins to flutter in my heart. “You’re not going to fire me?”

“Of course not. Why would I? Mr. Drummond appreciates the service. Most men would be paying ten bucks a minute for calls like that.”

I’m flooded with shame and embarrassment. How much did he tell her? “Uh…”

“You think I wouldn’t find out? You impersonated a wake-up-call service that escalated to you masturbating and climaxing on the phone, with your boss…” She’s watching my eyes. “With him telling you what to do.”

My mouth goes dry. Heat steals up my neck. He gave her details?

Mortified, I think back to the last call. Coming on the phone. I’d felt so connected with him. Like we were in on something magical together.

I feel sick.

“I don’t get it. I’m not fired?” My voice sounds small.

She gives me a sympathetic look. “Lizzie, I’m sure you didn’t mean things to go that way. Right?”

“Not at all!” I say. “It was the furthest thing from my mind. When that Canadian place flaked out on me, I just wanted to replicate an effective service. I only wanted to keep my job.”

“Of course.” She gets this little smile. “Though it did start out ratherunorthodox, you have to admit.”

I’m barely listening. I felt like Mr. Drummond and I had a relationship. I loved how we were together, and he totally betrayed me. Was anything he told me even true?

“Right?” she prompts.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that—I swear. I meant it to be boring and normal, but my roommate and I were goofing off, and when I said all those mean things, I didn’t know he was there.”

Her lips quirk. “So what exactly did you say?”

Okay, so he didn’t tell her all of it. Just the most intimate stuff. “I really didn’t mean it.”

“You’re not fired,” she says. “But I should know how it started. Just in case.”

In case of what?I wonder miserably. But does it even matter? “Well…I said, ‘wake up, motherfucker.’Something like that.‘People are waiting for whatever bullshit you have in store for them today.’”

She looks stunned. “You said that to Mr. Drummond?”

“I honestly didn’t know he was there. And…actually I think it might have been‘stupid asshole’that I called him. Jackalope. I don’t know; it all blends in.”

She looks amazed.

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