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You seem like you want to say
something.”
    “No.   I don’t.”
    He shrugged, then reached into his briefcase
and pulled out a copy of the Wall Street Journal and began reading.
    “Kiersten will probably be back any second,” I
said.
    “So?”
    “So you might want to put your newspaper away.”
    “Show me a man who knows how to multi-task, and
I will show you a man who is successful.”   His eyes never left the page and it made me furious, the
way he was sitting there, acting so cold and distant.
    I thought about how he had another meeting at
three, how he had other things to be caught up in, important deals and
appointments.   And how even though I
had this new job, he still occupied my every thought.   It made me so angry I could hardly stand
it.
    “Stop jittering,” he commanded.
    I hadn’t noticed, but my leg was moving under
the table.   He reached out and put
his hand on it, to stop me from shaking, and I cursed myself for not moving even
further away from him.  
    I looked up at him, and he looked up from his
paper, and his eyes locked on mine.   A tiny smirk moved over his lips, the side of them curling up
arrogantly.
    “You look very pretty today, Adriana,” he said
huskily.   “That’s a nice outfit.”
    “Thank you.”
    “You’re very welcome.”
    I swallowed as he kept his hand on my knee for
a beat longer, and I held my breath, hoping he would move it higher, hoping he would
try to touch me, kiss me, or say something that would let me know he was just
as effected by me as I was by him.   But instead, he pulled his hand away from my leg, leaving me almost
gasping for air.
    Kiersten returned then, holding a glass filled with
crushed ice, water, and lemon, which she sat down on a coaster in front of
Callum.   A thin bead of condensation
ran down the side of the glass and pooled on the coaster.   It reminded me of Callum getting out of
the pool, the droplets of water that slid down his torso and clung to his chest
hair.  
    I averted my eyes, my hand tightening around
the pencil I was holding.
    “So!” Kiersten said.   “I thought we could start with the dates
we have planned for your tour, and hope that you don’t have any
conflicts.”   She pulled a sheet of
paper out of a manila folder and slid it across the table to him, then placed
an identical page in front of me.
    Callum picked it up and glanced at it.   “I’ll have my assistant go over my
calendar,” he said, offering no more information.   “I trust you have hotel and car for
every venue?”
    “Yes, of course,” Kiersten said.   “You’ll have a car to take you from the
airport, flights will of course be – ”
    “I’ll take my jet,” Callum said.
    “Oh,” Kiersten said, looking slightly taken
aback.   “Yes, of course.”   She made a note on her pad.
    “I’ll need a tour assistant,” Callum said.   “To travel with me.”
    “Yes,” Kiersten said.   “Adriana can go with you.”
    My eyes widened and my heart jumped into my
throat.   Adriana can go with you ?   This was the first I’d heard of such an
arrangement.   I looked down at the
printed out page in front of me, running my eyes over the cities –
Philadelphia, LA, Seattle, Boston.   I was supposed to travel with Callum?   On his jet, the one where he’d slid his
fingers inside of me before whisking me off to Tampa to fuck me until I
couldn’t remember my own name?
    That was impossible.   I couldn’t do that.
    I would have to figure out a way out of it, I
would have to say that –
    “No.”   Callum’s voice was cold, unwavering.
    “What?” Kiersten asked, seemingly startled.
    “No.   Someone else can accompany me.”
    Kiersten frowned slightly, but recovered
quickly.   “Okay,” she said.   “No problem.   I’m sure we can ask one of the other
assistants to do it.”
    Callum nodded, as if the matter was settled, and
my body burned with fiery rage.   How
dare he say that to my boss, that he didn’t want me