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My face fell, as did my resolve, and I looked down, biting my lip to stop it from wobbling. I couldn’t even be happy that he remembered me. All I could do was shake my head.

“If you’re going to fire me, or tell me to leave then please do it now.”

Caleb moved closer, and instinctively I moved back.

“I don’t understand,” he muttered, his voice a little softer than before.

“You’ve spent the last three weeks pretending you have no idea who I am,” I told him. “You don’t have to understand.”

Caleb’s face remained stoic, but I saw the wheels turning as he processed what I’d said. He was silent for a beat, and then another, and I expected him to finally tell me to leave.

He expelled a labored breath, and pinched the bridge of his nose before he said, “Pack your stuff. I’ll have my driver come get you.”

My eyes widened, and I would have rather had him tell me to leave than have me physically removed from the premises. This was so much worse.

“Where do you expect me to go?”

“You’re coming home with me,” he replied.

What?

I wanted to protest, but he turned around, and stalked away before I could formulate a coherent sentence.

I was still standing there when a black escalade pulled up beside my car. An African-American man dressed in a black suit climbed out of the driver’s side, and strode towards me.

“Good evening, Miss,” he greeted. “Mr. Callahan has instructed that I remove your belongings from your car, and take you to his penthouse.”

“No,” I said. “I’m not going. You can tell Mr. Callahan that I politely refuse, and that I will vacate the premises in twenty minutes.”

The man frowned. “He won’t like that, Miss.”

“I don’t care,” I huffed. “You can tell him that too.”

He pulled out a phone, and placed to his ear. I assumed he was calling Caleb, and I listened as he repeated exactly what I’d told him to, word for word. He grumbled something, and then held out the phone.

“Mr. Callahan would like to talk to you.”

I took the phone with some reluctance, but put it to my ear anyway. There was nothing more Caleb could say that he hadn’t already, and I was ready for this night to be done with.

“Hello?”

I inwardly rolled my eyes at myself. Idiot. Obviously it was Caleb on the other end.

“If you want to keep your job, then I suggest you get into that car.”

The line went dead, and my expression was a mixture of what the fuck and how dare he. He’d left me with two choices, neither of which were appealing, but if I had to choose between going home with Caleb, and spending another night in my car, then going home with Caleb was the obvious choice.

But not necessarily the wisest.