Kelly Jamieson - Sweet Deal

“You fucking bastard,” she said again, this time quieter, through lips stiff with control. And she turned on one spiky heel and walked out of the bar. She could hardly see anything in front her, almost blind with fury, and bumped into one person, stumbled over another’s foot. She didn’t even try to apologize, just had to get the hell out of there.

On the street, she set off walking, the fastest steps she could in her heels, almost running down the sidewalk, clutching her purse under her arm. A coolness on her cheeks told her she was crying. People shot her strange looks, but she didn’t care.

She flew across the street, heedless of the red light and the honking car that narrowly missed her, wondering if she was going to throw up right there on the sidewalk of downtown Rocky Harbor, her stomach hard and tight.

Last night she’d been ready to tell Jake she loved him.

The wrenching pain made her sob out loud, and she stumbled into the parking garage where her car was, clattered up two flights of concrete stairs, panting, sobbing and cursing under breath.

How had he known who she was? How had he known she worked for Andrew? To be able to insinuate himself into her life like that? That picnic must have been very convenient for him. A small growl rose from her throat.

And no wonder Andrew had been pissed off when he’d seen who she was dating. Why hadn’t he said anything? He’d just changed the subject, and then Jake had lied.

He’d outright lied to her!

Well, okay, more by omission, but still it was the same thing. The only reason he’d wanted to keep seeing her was because he thought Andrew wanted her and he wanted to pay him back for stealing his girlfriend.

Another sharp stab of pain lanced through her as she started her car and roared out of the parking structure way too fast. She had to get home. Before she fell completely apart.

Inside her apartment, she shut the door, locked it, walked into her bedroom and threw herself facedown on the bed and inhaled the scent of…Jake.

The citrusy bergamot and lime scent of his shampoo and body wash and the unique male scent of his skin marked her bedding. With another sob, she kicked her shoes off and rolled herself up in the covers, her nose buried in the soft sheets, torturing herself with the memories his scent evoked in her, letting pain wash over her.

Hadn’t she cried enough the last few days? Dammit, this was too much.

She’d even dared to dream she and Jake could have something as special and rare and beautiful as Adam and Kiara had.

A fresh wave of sobbing overtook her and she cried until the covers were damp with her tears.

Jake stared at the cell phone sitting on his kitchen counter. He popped the top off another beer and drank deeply. A row of empties sat on the counter. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He had fucked up. Royally. Monumentally.

He wanted to pick up the phone and call Shelby. He ached to talk to her. But how the hell was he going to explain himself?

He didn’t deserve her. Just as he’d always known, he didn’t deserve anyone. After Gianna had dumped him, it had reinforced his bone-deep certainty that he wasn’t worthy of any kind of lasting, meaningful relationship and he’d proceeded to fuck his way through a string of unimportant bed partners, knowing, as he always had, that every woman he cared about would leave him. So he didn’t care. And he always left first.

He totally deserved what he was now getting. Which was a big fat nothing.

He rubbed his forehead with his fingertips, slouched against the cupboards, and drank more of the beer. Last night had felt full of so much promise for him and Shelby. It had felt real. It had felt important. But real and important only meant heartbreak when she decided to leave him, as he knew she would. So it was just as well this had happened. Except he truly did regret hurting Shelby. He’d hurt women in the past, and he never liked it, but this was like a giant fist squeezing his heart.

And earlier in his office, he’d come to terms with what he needed to do. He’d quit his job. It was scary but exciting, it was what he’d always wanted and he’d let himself be miserable for too long.

Now, that all held little appeal without Shelby there to share it with. Shit. Like Drew had said, what did he have to lose? Nothing, that’s what. He had nothing.

He picked up the cell phone, flipped it open, found her number. Stared at it. Snapped the phone shut. Nah, he couldn’t do it. She was better off without him and it would only have been a matter of time before she dumped him anyway, before she called off the deal once she didn’t need him anymore.

Shelby sat in her cubicle the next morning staring blankly at the gray divider.

She should have just called in sick, like she’d wanted to. She did feel sick. Very sick. She pressed a hand to her stomach.

She could be coming down with the flu. Her entire body hurt, especially her head. Her eyes felt gritty and raw, so much that she’d actually worn her hated glasses to work. There was no way she could get contacts into her swollen eyes. She rolled her eyes at herself. Crying herself to sleep like a besotted teenager. Geez. Surely to god she was past that kind of foolishness.

Apparently not.

She’d dragged herself into work feeling like a bag of crap, knowing she had to face Andrew at some point. This was all so humiliating. Was he going to realize she and Jake had faked their relationship because of him? Oh dear lord.

Heat swept over her, burning her cheeks. Her stomach heaved yet again. Really, it could be the flu. She should go home.

She straightened her shoulders. It would be fine. Andrew was pissed off at Jake, not at her. She hadn’t done anything, as far as he knew. She bit her lip. It wasn’t exactly fun watching your boss catch his wife cheating with another man, but he was probably more embarrassed by the whole thing than she was.

No. That wasn’t possible. In front of a whole bar full of people, including her boss who didn’t need to know such personal things about her, she’d been betrayed by the man she thought she loved. Found out he’d been using her. Just like every other man.

Used. Anger sizzled up her spine. Fuck him and his cute chin dimple.

She picked up the file folder that held the work she’d done on her project. Never mind the personal shit that had gone on last night, they had business to do. They had to finish what they’d started yesterday and she had to tell him her idea for fixing the problem.

She stood, smoothed her skirt down, then picked up the jumbo coffee from Java the Hut she’d gotten on her way into the office. She was going to have to give up Java the Hut if every time she went there she found herself looking for Jake.

She walked down the hall, head high. Nobody else there knew what had happened. She’d tell people she and Jake broke up. No big deal. He’d served his purpose, having taken people’s attention away from what was happening—or what they thought was happening, rather—between her and Andrew.

“Is he in there?” She jerked her head toward Andrew’s office as she stopped by Susan’s desk. Susan looked up, and her smile quickly faded to dismay.

“Shelby! Are you okay?”

“Actually, I think I’m coming down with the flu.” She grimaced.

“Go home! If you don’t feel well, you should be at home in bed.”

Shelby forced a tight smile. “Good idea. But I need to meet with Andrew first.”

“He’s in his office. Go on in.”

“Thanks.”

Susan’s concern for her touched something inside Shelby. It was nice to work with people who cared, even if only a little. Much better than the icy vibe she’d encountered a few weeks ago.