Page 20 of One Last Time?
I hung up and stared at the door, fury eating away at my insides.
Dylan cancelled Luxa. Who else did he cancel? What else had he done that I didn’t know about?
Before my brain could process another thought, my legs moved. My legs moved, taking me to his office in record time. Then I just barged in and slammed the door shut.
He was standing by the shelf, on the phone, but he hung up when I stormed in.
“How dare you cancel my contract with Luxa?” I howled, glaring at him. If I could have breathed fire, I would have.
“Taylor, she was one of the services I felt cost far too much,” he tried to explain.
“So, you cancelled her without speaking to me first? Do you even know who she is!” I challenged.
“I do, and there are a number of notable event organizers who have an excellent record.”
This was an outrage. “Who else did you cancel?”
“Everyone.”
The air left my lungs, and all I could do was stare at him, horrified. “What?”
“Taylor, you knew your duties ceased from last week. It’s part of my consultation to essentially take over your duties until we come up with an agreement on the plans moving forward.”
Take over…
Oh my God. This was it. That was what this was. He wanted my job. Maybe that was it because this all felt like some elaborate trick. There was so much happening that I didn’t know what to believe anymore. But… maybe I really was right. Maybe he wanted my job, and he was doing everything to make me look bad, or make me crazy so I would make myself look bad.
“This was some kind of joke, some trick right from day one to show me up and ruin me. Lies and trickery.” I sounded like a crazy person. “You followed me to the bar and only took me home to secure your position here because you had to do all this shit to make me look incompetent.”
“Taylor, that’s not true,” he contested.
“Yes, it is. No one works this way. You just come here and change everything and make big decisions behind my back. Decisions that could damage my reputation and damage me.”
“Taylor, I can assure you I definitely didn’t do that.”
I stepped right up to him and shook my head. “You think I’m so fucking stupid. You think I’m some stupid rich girl who gets wasted and has no sense, so you can take everything I worked so hard for.”
God, a tear ran down my cheek. I knew this was bound to happen.Tears.Only a matter of time before tears came, and I hated crying.
It was so much worse that I was crying in front of him.
“You think I’m—”
The words never came. He stole the words from my mouth by capturing my lips in a kiss that shocked me. The combination of anger and rage, want and desire, his lips on mine… it all robbed my mind of thought.
It washed everything from my mind, and I allowed it to overpower me. The sensation to get lost in the kiss seared my mind and body. It rode on a cascading wave of ecstasy and rippled through my being. I allowed myself to be taken along the ride and moved like a mindless puppet when he backed me against the wall and devoured my mouth like he was tasting me.
His tongue exploring the recesses of my mouth scorched me clean, and I couldn’t remember why I was mad at him. My hands trailed over the hard walls of his chest, to which his response was to pull me closer, flush against him so the hardness of his erection pressing into my abdomen weakened me further with desire. He smoothed his hands behind my head and angled my face to deepen the kiss.
The second he did that, there was a knock on the door, and we jumped apart. We jumped apart, breathing hard and looking at each other in complete surprise.
The knock sounded again.
“Come in,” Dylan called out.
A shiver ran down my spine when Dad came in and yesterday’s conversation ran through my mind.
Not ready…
