Page 8 of Lies You Told
“What? He’s representing the woman who wants to stick it to your dad. Why are you not more pissed?”
“He’s just doing his job.”
A laugh escapes me, and I’m not even going to feel ashamed. “Thank you, Franchesca. Yes, I am just doing my job.”
She mumbles something that sounds a hell of a lot like asshole.
“Maybe someone needs to get laid,” I smile at her. “Or have you slept with all the Partners at your firm too?”
Franchesca laughs–she probably thinks I’m joking–as she hits me on the shoulder playfully.
I see I’ve hit her just how I wanted to. All the color drains from her face. I feel a little bad at the lowest of low blows.
She takes a deep breath and rises from her chair. The Ice Princess from college in all her glory.
“When I return to my seat, you better be gone, Hill.” She struts, yes, struts, off to the lady's room.
“Why do you always have to push her with that?” Franchesca pushes me.
I look over and see Bryan has ordered us drinks and is eyeing me suspiciously from our table.
“I need to go,” I say. “My friend is waiting for me.”
“See you, Jaxson.” She says, hugging me again.
I walk over to our table and pick up the menu. I don’t know why I bother. I already know I'm going to order–my usual.
“What was all that about?” He asks, but his demeanor has changed. He looks like he’s bordering on pissed.
“You heard?” I ask, putting my menu on the table.
“Enough. She looked pretty upset, the one who left the table.”
“Nothing fazes the Ice Princess.”
“Why does her friend look familiar?”
I laugh. “That’s Franchesca Huntington, heiress to Huntington Media Corp.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Now Bryan looks really annoyed.
Our waitress takes that exact moment to take our order. We both order, but Bryan’s death glare continues.
“The woman who left the table was Chloe Lawson, their lawyer.”
Bryan blinks at me, and I know he’s going to rip me a new one.
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CHLOE
Jackass!
I take a deep breath as I look at myself in the mirror. He humiliated me out there. I fight the urge to cry. Jaxson fucking Hill does not deserve my tears. If he smells blood in the water, he will pounce like the shark he is.
I pull up the Hidden Secrets app on my phone. The silver logo comes up on my screen. It manages to be sexy without being trashy. I key in my login details and password. I won’t be able to book a private slot, not this late in the day. But I should be okay with socializing. I need to be around my kind of people.
I need to get through the rest of this dinner with my best friend before she returns to her husband and apartment.
