Page 31 of Breaking Point
I plop it into her awaiting palm, crossing my arms over my chest as I wait for her to leave.
She doesn’t.
“Seriously?” I drawl. “Am I going to have to kick you out now too? Aren’t you embarrassed enough?”
Crimson blooms along her cheeks before she sends a scathing glare my way that would kill me if it could before she turns and leaves by slamming the door.
My shoulders droop the second they’re gone.
Is this part of my job? I’m going to come in every morning having to kick out his earlier night’s conquests and clean up their escapades?
Turning, I face the open living room and kitchen. It’s trashed; there is no other word to describe the disgusting state of the house.
I let myself feel annoyed, irritated, and downright angry at the world for where I’m at in my life to be in this situation before I roll back my shoulders, remind myself how much I’m getting paid, and get to work.
But not before texting Layla a meme of bunnies with pucks in their mouth.
The NDA said nothing about memes.
It just hits two o’clock when a door opens and closes upstairs.
I’ve thrown out the bottles of liquor, vacuumed, mopped, and reorganized his living room to what I originally saw in my interview. My back is aching just as much as my mind because the entire four hours I’ve been here, I’ve been an anxious mess thinking about meeting Grayson.
And no, not for the reasons one might think.
All my mind can play on a loop is the following interaction.
Hey, I’m Bella, your new assistant. I saw your bare ass in a photo, along with a flash of your penis. I had to delete over twenty-seven photos from a psychotic puck bunny’s phone. She may or may not come back to press charges on me or rip out my hair. By the way, it’s nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you.
No matter which way I put it, this conversation is going to be awkward.
When the heavy footsteps begin to make their way down the stairs, I’m bustling with nerves, truly buzzing. I can’t stop pacing until forcing myself to stay still isn’t an issue any longer, not when I’m stunned speechless as Grayson Crawford rounds the corner…in nothing but a towel.
Chapter 8
Grayson
CALEB ELLINGTON
anyone down to shoot hoops?
KIERAN ASHFORD
didn’t learn your lesson last time?
CALEB ELLINGTON
I have it on video that my foot wasn’t out of bounds
KIERAN ASHFORD
funny
I have a video showing that it was out of bounds
MATTEO VALENTI
just toss it up to an optical illusion and move on
