Chapter Eleven

Sasha

I’m screwed.

I’ll get fired for sure. Because of one stupid slip-up. I’d thought Booker was done. He’d conveyed the information he wanted. Things were wrapping up, weren’t they? I couldn’t resist the urge to think up something to say to Master, and now I’ll likely lose my job for it.

And him.

Tears well up in my eyes at my own failure. This is all my fault. What is the matter with me? Why would I make such a terrible mistake? A tear spills from my eye, and I brush it aside as soon as it hits my cheek.

No crying at work. Not professional.

A pair of women walks in, and they give me the side-eye. Their conversation dies when they see me, and I brush a few strands of hair from my face before flashing them a smile. Probably more like a grimace, but I can’t help that now. I can hear their whispers as the bathroom door closes behind me.

Great. Now I’m the source of office gossip. Just what I want.

Tears threaten again, but I don’t let them flow. I square my shoulders and ignore the stares of my colleagues as I march back to my office and close the door behind me. I move over to my desk and pull up some back files on the app, determined not to let the meeting get to me.

Ring!

I jump at the sound of my office phone. When I see the name on the screen, my blood turns cold.

This is it.

I take a deep breath, then pick up the receiver on the third ring. “This is Sasha.”

“Miss Ellis. Would you be so kind as to come into my office? Immediately?”

“Yes, Mr. Knight.”

He hangs up the phone without another word. My whole body is a ball of nerves, and it takes me a moment to stand. I can do this. I can face failure and meet it head on. I’ll find a way to pick up the pieces and succeed in this field. I know I will.

My legs are lead pipes as I walk to my door and open it. I have to pause. I want one more moment of time when I have a job in New York. I release a breath and step back out into the hallway and over to the office next door.

Booker’s office.

The beginning of the end.

The door is closed, so I knock with the tips of my knuckles. Maybe if he doesn’t hear me knock, I can get off the hook.

Clearly, I’m not much of a realist.

“Come in.” His voice is muffled through the door, but it manages to pierce right through me.

I think I’m going to throw up.

I grip the door handle and steel my resolve. I’m not going to go without a fight. This job means too much to me. I’ve got to be able to redeem myself. I press open the portal and step inside.

Booker glances up from his computer and nods at me. His eyes are pure jade, and I remember in this moment that it was his face I pictured during my, uh, session with Master last night.

Weird.

“Please close the door, Miss Ellis,” he says.

His voice is even and calm. I imagine he’s had to fire many a person in his time. This is just par for the course, right?

I do as he asks and close the door behind me. I stay next to it. If he’s going to let me go, I want to be able to make a quick exit.

“Please sit down,” he says.

There goes that idea.

My knees buckle as I step forward, but I catch myself and slide onto the sofa across from his desk. For such a plush piece of furniture, it sure is terribly uncomfortable. Does he know how uncomfortable this couch is?

My gaze locks on my hands as I build up the courage to look him in the eye. When I finally do, he’s watching me with an interested expression, like he’s trying to gamble with himself about how long it will take for me to faint.

Jerk.

His elbows rest on the desk, his fingers locked beneath his chin. He continues to stare at me in silence, and I stare back. I may be terrified of losing my job, but when it comes down to it, I won’t cower or break down now. Not when it really matters.

“Do you like working here, Miss Ellis?” he asks.

“I love it. It’s one of the most interesting jobs I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” His perfectly sculpted eyebrow lifts, and I find myself resisting the urge to drool. I sit back in my seat and keep my gaze locked with his. He’s issuing a silent challenge. Just how far am I willing to go to prove I belong here?

Let’s find out.

“What is it that is so… fascinating to you about this position?”

Master. I’m not about to tell my boss about the actual relationship I’ve managed to develop using his app, though. I wrack my brain for a better answer.

“I like the concept. I like the technology. The ability to bring people together in a new and dynamic way.”

“This isn’t a job interview, Miss Ellis. You’re already hired. You can give me the real reasons.”

“I am giving you the real reasons. I love being a part of a booming cutting-edge industry. It’s what I’ve wanted my whole life. This right here is my dream.”

“And yet you disrespect your employer at every possible turn. Is that how you treat all of your dreams? With self-sabotage?”

His tone remains calm and cool, as though he is just honestly curious as to why I would put my professional life at risk for a text message. He’s not wrong there. What the hell was I thinking?

“Mr. Knight, if I can just explain about the text…”

“Do you consider yourself a team player, Miss Ellis?”

I’m taken aback by that question. I sit back in my seat as Booker leans forward, predatory.

My panties go wet. No, no, no. This is all wrong. Why did I picture his face last night? Now I’m betraying Master by tricking my body into seeing this man as my paramour.

Not good.

“I think so. I like to work with others and collaborate to produce the best product possible.”

His eyes narrow as he takes me in and considers my answer. His gaze combs over me as he sits in silence, the tension in the room thick. I can’t tell if its good tension or bad tension, frankly. It’s as if he’s prepared to bound over the desk and take me in his arms. Or maybe that’s just how he normally looks.

Booker Knight is sex personified.

“I agree with you. In spite of all your shortcomings, and there appear to be many, you have proven yourself a reliable and resourceful worker. Because of this, I’m not going to fire you for your insubordination at the meeting today.”

“I hardly call a quick text to a family member insubordination. What ever happened to work-life balance?” I’m going to cling to that lie as if my life depends on it. Frankly, it might. Without this job, my life falls to shambles.

“It exists, surely. Outside of the boardroom.”

“I understand. Now that I know your rules, I will be certain to follow them to the letter from here on out. No texting during meetings.”

“I should think that’s an obvious rule.”

I glance down into my lap then back up into his emerald eyes. Don’t look at his mouth. Don’t.

“You’re right. It was a foolish and unprofessional thing for me to have done, and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, Mr. Knight.”

His eyebrows lift again. I might surprise him at least once a day… at least, on the days that we see one another. Have I seen him every day? It’s impossible to keep track anymore.

“I accept your apology,” he says.

“Good. Because it’s contingent on the agreement that you never belittle me in front of my colleagues like that ever again. Unprofessionalism goes two ways, Mr. Knight.”

His lips press together, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve gone too far. He leans back in his chair and locks his gaze with mine again. I can hardly breathe.

What would Master think of me? Guilt, guilt, guilt!

“Agreed. Perhaps we both have our flaws to work on.”

I’m stunned. His voice is soft, his demeanor changed, somehow. I can’t explain it, but I know I should take my victory and run with it.

I nod and stand. “Is there anything else you would like to discuss, Mr. Knight?”

“No, Miss Ellis. That will be all for the afternoon. If I need anything, I’ll call you.”

“All right,” I breathe.

I hesitate, but he says nothing as he looks back at his computer. I am effectively dismissed. I turn on my heel and open the door, closing it quietly behind me as my heart races.

I’m not fired! I still have my job!

It takes everything in me not to skip with glee back to my office. Instead, I keep my shoulders back and glance around. Every pair of eyes in the office is glued to me, and I smile and wave to the room at large.

Let them wonder what was said in there. I’m from a small town. I know how valuable a week of gossip can be until the next big event occurs.

I slip into my office and close my door again. I need to feel safe from the penetrating stares out there. I’m grateful that I even get an office and not just a cube. Not many places you can hide in a cube.

My phone dings, and my heart soars. He couldn’t have picked a better time. There’s no one I’d rather speak to than Master right now.

I reach into my bag and pull out my phone.

“You were saying?” he asks.

Oh, right. I was trying to be coy and then got derailed by Booker.

“Sorry. I got sidetracked.”

“I hope it was by something very, very sexy,” he says.

I laugh. Hardly.

“Not exactly. The nutshell version of it is that my boss is a complete and total asshole. He has some kind of inferiority complex and likes to take it out on the people who work for him.”

There’s a pause, then I see Master typing.

“That sounds frustrating. Good leadership can be hard to find.”

“So can good relationships,” I say. I don’t want to talk about work. I want to talk about us. I want to see Master before time is up. I send him a question to reveal more of the picture.

“How are you today?”

Not exactly penetrating, but I want to see him. I need to get a little closer. If I don’t, I could lose my job before I get the chance.

He responds. “Good. Better if you tell me what happened.”

Our images clear a little more. I can tell that he has dark hair now. Dark hair, broad shoulders.

Dreamboat.

I type back to him. “Nothing too terrible. I just really messed up in a meeting this afternoon. I got so distracted over wanting to write to you that I pulled out my phone in the middle of a briefing and my boss raked me across the coals. It’s fine now. We talked it out. Still sucks. I wish you were here.”

To this, I get no response. After a moment, Master leaves the chat entirely.

Was it something I said?