Ah yes, that.
A little wash of shame went through me. Okay, I shouldn’t have used that to get what I wanted, not when it was something my mother might have done, but...well... I’d been angry and frustrated, and not thinking straight. Which was totally his fault.
Really? His fault?
‘How was I to know that was important to you?’ I said defensively, ignoring the thought. ‘But...’ I took a breath, then forced the rest of the words out ‘... I guess I shouldn’t have said it.’
An awkward silence fell.
I gripped the phone tightly. If he wanted anything more from me, he was shit out of luck. That was as far as I was prepared to go.
‘Does that mean you’ll take the job?’ he asked finally.
I didn’t want to. I really didn’t want to.
‘What’s the salary?’ I tried to make it sound like a question and not a demand.
Another pause. Then he named a sum that nearly made my eyes pop out of my head. Jesus, that much for answering phones and getting coffee? Really?
‘That’s...’ I cleared my throat ‘...not bad.’
‘Are you going to take it? Yes or no?’
I closed my eyes against the bright sun, trying to ignore the feeling of foreboding that curled inside me, along with an excitement I didn’t want to acknowledge.
‘I’ll think about it,’ I said, unable to help digging at him a little.
‘No, you won’t think about it.’ His voice was flat. ‘I need an answer now.’
A shiver snaked down my spine at the demand in his tone.
Oh, God, why did I like that?
‘Fine.’ I tried to sound casual. ‘I’ll take it. I guess it won’t be—’
‘You start at eight-thirty tomorrow morning,’ he interrupted. ‘Don’t be late.’
Then he ended the call before I could say a word.
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