Page 91 of One Bad Idea

It didn't help that I was always fielding phone calls from women desperate to get his attention.

At first, I'd simply tell these women that they should try his cell phone if they were calling about a personal matter, at which point, they'd either inform me that they didn't have the numberorthat he wasn't answering.

Like the good professional I was, I never gave out his cell number, no matter how much they begged. This was, after all, part of my so-called extra responsibility of – as he'd put it – keeping people off his ass.

See? I was doing it for him.

Not me.

Really, I was.

As far as these female admirers, I didn’t know whether they were women from his past or women who wanted to be in his future. Regardless, as time went on, I found myself getting increasingly annoyed at all of them, including Morgan.

Oh yeah.She was still in the picture.

She might've been fired from the job that I now held, but that didn't stop her from bounding into the office nearly every day and making the rounds – first to Jax and then to Jaden.

By now, I'd learned a little bit more about their family relationship, mostly from Morgan herself. Apparently, Darla had taken in both brothers when they'd been teenagers. Morgan was Darla's natural daughter, and had been smitten from the start.

The way it looked, she wasstillsmitten. I didn't know how long she and Jax had dated, but Ididknow that she wanted him back. That much was glaringly obvious.

And while she was at it, she wanted Jaden, too.

I could see in the way she leaned over his desk, especially when wearing something low-cut. I could hear it in the way she laughed a little too loud when he said something funny. And then, there was the way she pouted a little too sexily whenever he informed her that he had to get back to work.

The sad thing was, Morgan was practically the only person – other than Jax and Jaden themselves – who was remotely friendly to me. I might've been thankful for her company, if only the conversations didn't consist mostly of her pumping me for information about Cassidy.

I knew why, too. Morgan was jealous of something between Cassidy and Jax. They weren't quite an item, but it was ridiculously easy to see that Jax was interested.

From Cassidy, I knew that they'd been running into each other at the coffee shop near our apartment. But Ialsoknew that Jax didn't even drink coffee – and even if he did, he could get anything he wanted from a place a lot closer.

Cripes, he could even send out his assistant for whatever he wanted.

After all, that's what Jaden did. Even after all this time, I still didn't know if he sent me to sandwich shops on purpose to tweak me, or if he really did love them that much.

Regardless, I could recite most of the local sandwich menus by heart and had acquired my own personal favorites. Unfortunately, they tended to be the same ones that Jaden favored, which only made it more embarrassing whenever he happened to notice what I was eating at my desk.

Who knows, maybe he thought I was tweakinghimby ordering the same thing.

I wasn't.

It's just that we had annoyingly similar tastes.

And I did love a good sandwich.

But it wasn't our shared love of sandwiches that had me lurking over his desk one Friday evening, long after everyone else had gone.

No. I was lurking because just this past Tuesday, he'd mentioned an extreme dislike of broccoli, and I'd found the perfect thing to get a rise out of him.

It was a broccoli shaped doggie toy – the kind that made squeaky noises when you squeezed it. The noise was surprisingly loud for such a little thing.It would drive him nuts.

I smiled as I set it in the traditional spot.

Take that, Broccoli-Hater.

In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder what he did with the stuff that I left on his desk.Did he keep it? Or toss it out?

I didn't know, because we never discussed it.