Page 114 of Stanton Unconditional

“So, what did you say your name is?’ Joshua’s distinct voice is heard.

“What do you want it to be?” she replies, and I look at Ben deadpan and he smiles stupidly.

“Original,” I say flatly.

As clear as day, we hear Joshua reply. “My bedroom is this way… Natasha.”

Our eyes widen in shock. “Holy shit, who is this slut and how did she get past security with a fucking camera?” I stammer as I run my hand over my face in horror.

Ben changes his stance nervously as he crosses his arms. “I don’t know, let me find out.”

“She is threatening to send this shit to Natasha. Do you have any idea how postal Stanton is going to go when he sees this? He can kiss Natasha goodbye. Why would he even mention her name?” I can’t believe this.

Ben shakes his head. “I don’t know. Let me look into it today and we will tell him tomorrow. Contact her and see what she wants. Try and buy us some time.”

“Christ,” I snap, “I don’t have time for this shit. What exactly do your moronic security team actually do? I expect you to check every female that comes into contact with him for cameras. It’s common sense.”

He swallows nervously. “Hmm, you would think.” With that he walks out of the room.

I blow out a breath to try and calm myself. This is a disaster.

Joshua is going to hit the roof.

My phone beeps a message and I angrily snap it from the desk to check it. Nicholas Anastas.

You either ring me or I will be at your office at 1 pm.

Don’t push me.

I frown at the screen. Don’t push me…don’t push me, cock head. I text back angrily.

What do you want?

He texts back immediately.

I want to know what happened between us.

I roll my eyes.

Nothing.

Stop looking for something that wasn’t there.

He texts back.

That’s bullshit and you know it.

See you at 1 pm.

I puff air into my cheeks in frustration.

Joshua walks into the office and smiles as he puts his briefcase on his desk. Then he stands still and puts his hands on his hips as his eyes scan the room. “This office fucking sucks,” he says dryly.

I glare at him in annoyance. “Shut up. I’m not in the mood,” I snap.

His eyes flick to me and he smirks. “What’s up your ass?” “Nothing,” I snap

He laughs. “Maybe, that’s the problem.” He picks up a pen and throws it at me.