Chapter 581

• “Fuck’s sake, Margo! Can’t they do a fricken thing without me standing over the top of them shouting fucking orders?” He lets me go fully, stalking toward the huge wall of french doors, and glares outside. His body is rigid but divine as hell and tense as he pushes a hand to his waist, fisting it there in agitation, looking completely intimidating, like a gladiator about to embark on a war. I guess things with work aren’t rosy today. He has a few large developments he’s overseeing, so his stress levels have been up and down.
• “One night … We kept the apartment … Yeah, arrange to have my flight there Thursday and home Friday morning first thing. Jefferson is still in Manhattan, so he can pick me up at the airfield.” He almost barks the orders at her, and for a moment, I’m relieved that this is no longer our relationship. As much as I loved working with him and love him in general, I don’t think I could tolerate the bossy ass he can be where work is related ever again.
• “Sure, I’ll see you then … I will, Margo, thanks.” Jake hangs up and sighs in irritation, sliding his phone onto the counter beside me where I’m still perched with legs dangling freely, my robe pulled back together.