On Monday he hoped to have a clearer understanding of what was wrong with Heather. He didn’t like not knowing. His controlling ways made him want to be in charge of everything. He liked the fact she did as he told her without question. Running his fingers through his hair, he waited for the best time to call his driver so he could drop Krissy off at her apartment.
Heather dominated most of his thoughts. She always had since the moment he met her. Usually his tastes in women were for the thin, model type—who were more interested in spending his money than talking to him. Heather Booth was different with her lush curves. She looked sexy as hell with the knee-length skirts and crisp white blouse she wore. Her tits were large, and the bras she wore only emphasised her size. He knew if he was to get his hands on her, he would never want to let go.
That was his problem. He didn’t do commitment. Short, enjoyable flings with no emotion were what he was after. Heather looked like the type of woman who wanted forever. He couldn’t offer her what she wanted. When he’d given her the job as his personal assistant, he’d done so with the intention of seducing her, then letting her go into the big, wide world. After she worked for him for several months he knew he never wanted to let her go. She was an invaluable work colleague, hard-working, and loyal to boot. Seducing her would have been wrong. He liked her way too much.
“I want to go, baby,” Krissy said trying to reach for his crotch.
Julian said his goodbyes then called his driver to pick them up. He was prepared for the anger she’d show. He was a wealthy man. Most of his girlfriends hated being dumped, but when they began to think they had a hold over him, they were gone within a week. All except Heather. She’d been the female employee he’d had the longest.
“I can’t wait to get you home. There is so much I want to do to you.” Her words didn’t turn him on. He knew she was panicking. His wallet would be gone, and she’d be left stranded with nothing to support her.
His driver came ‘round. Julian gave the guy directions to her apartment. All he needed to do was stick it out until they pulled up outside her apartment.
When he saw they were only five minutes from her place, he took the jewellery from his pocket.
“I think it’s time to call it quits, Krissy.” He handed her the box.
“What is this?” she asked.
“You know what it is, and you’ve been preparing for it. I saw the way Bill was looking at you. I think you should go for it.”
“So, you fuck me then pass me onto your friend while you go and pursue another woman?” Her voice rose.
“You knew this is what happens. We agreed when we were ready to move on we would. I don’t do commitment, Krissy. Take what you got, and enjoy it.” The car came to a stop.
“You’re a self-centred, heartless bastard. I hate you, Julian Goff.” He noticed she kept the jewellery as she stormed out of the car.
“Are you okay, boss?” Cage said.
“Yes. Take me back to my place now.”
He sat back, relieved for her to be out of his life. Some of the women he dated were happy with his goodbye gift and a friendly kiss, but some acted like Krissy. Shrugging his shoulders he waited for his apartment where his warm bed lay. At forty years old he was growing tired of a life filled with nothing but work. He loved working, but he didn’t want to die too young without enjoying his life.
Heather Booth.
Julian pushed her to the back of his mind. He’d deal with her on Monday. She was the only part of his life he didn’t want to complicate.
Chapter Two
Heather rolled over with a groan. Her head ached from the tequila she’d drunk the night before. The sun was glaring in from her window. She wanted to throw her pillow at the light. How dare it look so damn cheery?
Pulling the blanket over her head, she groaned as the littlest movement made her head feel like it was exploding.
“Juice?” Connie said.
Heather peeked over the edge of the blanket to see one of her friends holding out a glass of juice and two aspirin tablets. Nodding her head gently, she sat up with a moan. “I promised you I’d make it up to you.”
“I’ve known you my whole life, Heather. I knew you wouldn’t be in any fit state to cook me breakfast.” Connie sat on the edge of the bed in a pair of her pajamas. They all had something of each other’s at their apartments. Stopping by and having a sleepover always happened at some point. Keeping a closet full of each other’s clothing was the simplest solution.
The tablets were down with a huge swig of cool juice. “I needed that. Why did I drink so much?”
“I have no idea. You’re not happy at work?”