“Look, because of this stupid misunderstanding between us, my entire business is on the line. My name. My legacy. My actual damn job. Not to mention that there are hundreds of employees who could lose their jobs if a merger doesn’t happen soon. If nothing else, do it for them, not me! They’re just normal people with families, trying to make ends meet.”
Damn him for trying to turn this around on me. “How dare you come in here and try to make me feel like the bad guy, you self-entitled asshole!”
“You don’t know anything about me!” he exclaims.
“I know you’re a rich, entitled jerk who always gets whatever he wants when he wants it, which is apparently why you refuse to take no for an answer from me!”
“The check wasn’t me trying to buy sex! It was supposed to be like a big tip, you know like generous celebrities sometimes leave for waitresses,” he explains.
“I’m not a waitress!”
“I know that!” he shouts indignantly. “I’m just saying that’s how it was meant. Did I think it would help you change your mind about coming over last night? Yes. But there were no strings attached. You can still cash it.”
“No, I don’t want your money!” I tell him. Reaching into my shoulder bag, I find the check, ball it up and hit him in the chest with it before it falls to the floor.
He stares at me with his jaw gaping for several silent seconds, and then he chuckles. “You’re in the process of ruining my entire fucking life, and all I can think about standing here looking at you is that maybe my demise would be worth it just to spend a few more minutes arguing with you. How stupid is that?”
“Pretty damn stupid,” I agree, lowering my eyes and running my fingertip absently over the peeling edge of the counter to avoid looking at his confusing, handsome face.