An exhausted sigh slipped out of my mouth. I took a large gulp of my current reason for breathing, grabbed my purse, and followed.
Just like he knew I would.
I attempted to slam the door, but of course Mr. Fucking-Perfect’s luxury car was equipped with anti-annoyed Rachel function. As hard as I pulled the door, it clicked shut like it was closing on a whisper.
Fucking hell, even his car is against me.
Although I stared straight ahead, I knew with certainty he was wearing a smug grin.
“How’s Aurora’s project going?” he asked, pulling onto the freeway.
He would ask the one question that animated me and pulled me out of my sour mood. A smile tugged at my lips, making my whole face twitch, but I did my best to suppress it.
“It’s going fabulous. Her idea is solid, and with us behind her pushing her in the right direction, she will have to hire employees soon.”
Without my brain’s permission I turned to look at him. His smirk was firmly in place. “That sure of yourself, are you?”
“Damn straight! I’m good at one thing, branding and marketing. She made a good decision choosing our company.”
“Two things.”
“What?”
“Branding and marketing are two things. So, you are not just good at one thing.”
“My branding and marketing skills are intertwined so tightly you wouldn’t be able to tell where one ends and one begins.”
“Let’s hope so. I will ruin your company if you don’t deliver what you promised. Aurora deserves this win, and I won’t let you bring her down.”
I sucked in a breath, ready to give him such a scathing set down he would be forced to remove his head from his ass.
“We’re here.”
I glanced out my window, shocked that we were in front of my office building. How had I been so engrossed in his assholeness I missed the fact we’d been parked in front of the building for fuck knows how long?
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, and the ride,” I hissed, climbing out of his car with my purse swinging wildly over my shoulder. Once again, the damn car wouldn’t let me slam the door.
I stomped off, not bothering to look back at the smug asshole. A smirk of my own graced my face when I realized I left my empty energy can in his pristine car.
Ha, take that, dickface.
“Morning, what are you doing awake so early?” Bradford asked.
I moved around the office, getting it ready for the day.
“Ugh, I forgot I didn’t talk to you last night.” I had called Bradford when I got home, but it went to his voicemail. I assumed he was sleeping like most normal people would be doing at that time.
I was also exhausted and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow, which for me was not a normal occurrence. When sleep claimed me like it had, I didn’t argue. Sleep and I had beenin a toxic relationship, but whenever it called, I went running to it.
“Sorry about that. I fell asleep pretty early last night. This traveling is wearing on me, and I can’t seem to catch up.”
“I know. Not to sound like a whiny girlfriend, but your traveling isn’t my favorite thing, either.”
“Fiancée,” he corrected.
I smiled at the ring gracing my finger, letting the overhead lights catch the facets and allowing it to shine just like it was meant to shine.
“Yes, well, this fiancée will be happy when you are done with this deal and are home more often. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I miss you.”