It’s only my third day on the job and I’m running late. Again. And I’m not even worried about my boss. Brett isn’t the type to watch a clock anyway. As long as I’m there in time to hand him a hot cup of his funky herbal tea as soon as his drive to work cup is empty, he’s cool. Ava, on the other hand. Not so much. And since she got me the job, I kinda don’t want to piss her off. Especially not after all the drama Hayden caused in her driveway the other night. Not that she blames me for any of it. Directly. By default, sure. If I hadn’t slept with him to begin with, or had simply stopped sleeping with him when Ava found out and told me to never do it again, none of this ever would have happened. Of course, I also would have missed seeing Angel lay him out flat, and more importantly, would have missed hearing him claim me as his girlfriend, even if it was just to get Hayden to back the fuck off. Regardless, I’ll take the blame, by default or otherwise. It was worth it. “I told you I would give you a ride.
