If she could just keep her emotions out of it, there was no way she could get hurt.
As she headed towards the building entrance, she saw a familiar figure stepping out of a chauffeur-driven Bentley, and smiled. When their eyes met, she felt a jolt of electricity travel down her spine, and she waited for Nate to catch up with her.
They walked towards the elevator and Nate said, “You’re late.”
Emily laughed. “What’re you talking about, I’m early.”
Nate looked at her and smiled. There was something predatorial about his grin, and Emily was hit with a crushing realization.
“I thought I should get face-time with the boss,” she admitted. “I didn’t want the job going to Brandon , that’s why I used to wait for you in the morning.”
“I hoped it was something more. I missed seeing you the last few days.”
“That’s why you called me up to your room?”
They stepped into the elevator and Nate turned to Emily. There was no-one else in there with them, and Emily wondered if he would move closer to her, maybe kiss her, or stroke her neck…
But he didn’t step closer. He looked at her steadily and asked, “Did you write the email?”
“Yes.” Emily rooted through her bag. “I put it in a flash drive, I can give you the drive –”
“No, email me as an attachment.”
“Ok.” She looked up at him and decided to ask. “ I’m not going to lose my job over this am I?”
Nate shook his head. “As long as you deserve the job, it’s yours. We’ll make you full-time when the internship ends.”
Emily’s heart leapt, but then she remembered Isabel’s words: He’ll promise you the world and give you nothing.
Nate narrowed his eyes. “You trust me, don’t you?”
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. They were at the 41 st floor. Nate stepped out and turned back to talk to her, holding his hand against the doors so they wouldn’t close.
Emily always had a hard time hiding her emotions, and she knew that Nate could see what she was thinking. She dropped her eyes and said softly, “I’m not sure. I don’t even know you.”
The silence seemed to go on forever, and then Nate said, “I see. Well. This won’t work if you don’t trust me.”
Nate let go of the doors, and was about to turn away, when a flash of anger hit Emily. She grabbed the elevator doors and said, “ I don’t trust you? You don’t trust me either. The whole email thing is just a record so I can’t say later that you harassed me.”
Nate was silent for a second, and then started laughing. “You’re not as naïve as you look. Alright then, we’ll forget this ever happened. It was a mistake thinking you ever wanted me.”
His eyes raked down her body, making her feel hot with desire. Get a grip , she told herself.
Emily wanted to say, “I do want you”. But she cared about her future, and getting an internship at Alpha Investments had been a stroke of good luck for her, a stepping-stone to a proper career. She couldn’t lose that. So instead, she said, “Do I still work here?”
Nate shook his head , no. “I was afraid something like this might happen. I’ll have to let you go.”
“That’s not fair. You can’t just fire me – I’m a good analyst.”
“You are , and that’s why I’ll tell my friend Eric at Laurent Investments to hire you full-time. You’ll get your job, and we’ll never see each other again.”
Emily felt her throat go dry. This was exactly the type of opportunity she’d been waiting for. A full-time job as an analyst at a hedge fund. It would lead to bigger things, and the kind of glamorous New York lifestyle she’d always dreamt of.
She should have felt excited and happy. But all she felt was a knot in her stomach, tying itself tighter and tighter.
Nate was staring at her, waiting for her to say something. But the words didn’t come out, they didn’t even form in her brain. Finally, she managed to choke out, “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Nate nodded
Jan (ILT) J. C.; Gerardi Greenburg