Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 72

"No, you're just ambushing me in this beautiful place in a slick room you paid for after you flew me in on a private jet. And I'll feel like a giant bitch if I don't agree just by being here."

Bam. Right between the eyes.

She's spelled out the asshole I am in two sentences. Sighing roughly, I shake my head.

"You always have a choice, Salem. No gun to your head, I promise." "So what happens if I say no?"

"Nothing." I shrug indifferently, like I'm not half hoping she does when I'd deserve every bit of it. "I'm asking for a favor. You turn me down, fine. We'll still go to the conference, work the crowds, and take in plenty of big speeches. You'll walk away knowing ten times more than you did before you came here."

"A favor as my boss. Right."

"As a friend. I'm coming to you because there's no one else I could ask to put on a show like this."

There's no gold in her eyes now. They're so walnut dark I can't see any other color at all. They bring out the flush on her cheeks, though.

"As a friend," she repeats numbly.

"Remember how well we played it up at the casino years ago? I saved you with a play like this years ago. That was a hell of a night."

"Hell is right," she mutters under her breath. I cock my head and stare at her.

"Dude, it's just… I didn't need you to save me," she flares, then stops, suddenly regretful. "I did appreciate it, though. I'll give you that."

"I don't need an answer right away. I just thought it might help us both to figure this out sooner."

The idea that any connection to me might help her career clearly upsets her.

I'm not expecting it when she holds out her hand.

"You know what? Fine. For this conference only, I'll be your girl. After this, we're even."

"Even Steven. Conference only. Deal." I shake her hand. "No hanky-panky, obviously."

"Fuck no."

Liar.

"And you'll take me out for a nice dinner or two. I've never dreamed of eating at a Michelin star place before this weekend, but this place has one. I'd love to experience it just once."

"Done. Bring your appetite and a dictionary for the most pretentiously named food in existence." I give her a mock bow.

She laughs, eyeing me suspiciously like she can read what's really on my mind, but then she nods and turns back to the window.

"For you, maybe. I'm just riding your coattails. I could never afford this place without you."

"Maybe not now. In a few years, who knows? Find the right opportunity, serve the market, and the money comes faster than you think."

She sighs, shading her face with her hand as she looks at me. And maybe it's stupid to think, but lying here makes it feel like we're a lounging couple, not two people on a work trip.

"You put a lot of confidence in me. I'm not sure why." "Why the hell shouldn't I?"

"Because I'm me, Patton. Like, even if I wind up with a stable gig, I'll never reach this level."

I snap my fingers loudly, pausing while she stares at me. "What was that for?" she whispers.

"I'm done listening to you doubt yourself." I close my eyes. "Today, we're going to soak in our success and enjoy it without any worries about tomorrow."

I wish I only meant business. "Is that an order?"

"Will you follow it?" I growl back.

She laughs. A heady, cheerful sound I haven't heard often enough. "Okay, fine. I'll enjoy the evening and bring my game face tomorrow,"