Beautiful Bastard

fuck me: she was crying. “To Gugliotti.”
    “I sounded possessive. I’m sorry.”
    “You sounded possessive . . .” she muttered, turning back to the window. “You sounded dismissive—you made me seem naïve! You acted like the meeting was a training exercise. I feel ridiculous for how I described it to you yesterday, thinking it was something more.”
    I put my hand on her arm, laughing a little. “Guys like Gugliotti have egos. He just needs to feel like the executives are listening to him. You did everything we needed. He just wants me to be the one to hand him the official contract.”
    “But that’s absurd. And you perpetuated it, with me as the pawn.”
    I blinked, confused. I did exactly what she said. But that’s how the game is played, isn’t it? “You’re my intern.”
    A sharp laugh escaped her lips and she turned to me again. “Right. Because you’ve cared all this time how my career progresses.”
    “Of course I do.”
    “How would you know I need seasoning? You barely looked at my work before yesterday.”
    “Patently false.” I shook my head, getting a little riled. “I know that because I’ve watched everything you do. I don’t want to put pressure on you to do more than you can right now, and that’s why I’m maintaining control of the Gugliotti account. But you did a great job in there, and I was very proud of you.”
    She closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against her seat. “You called me ‘ kid .’”
    “I did?” I searched my memory and realized she was right. “I guess I just didn’t want him to see you as this bombshell businesswoman he could hire away and try to fuck.”
    “Jesus, Bennett. You are such an asshole! Maybe he wanted to hire me because I can do the job well!”
    “I apologize. I’m acting like a possessive boyfriend.”
    “The possessive boyfriend thing isn’t new to me. It’s that you’re acting like you did me a favor. It’s how condescending you’re being. I’m not sure now is the best time to engage in more typical boss-intern interactions.”
    “I told you I think you did an amazing job with him.”
    She glared at me, her face turning red. “You never would have said that before. You would have said, ‘Good. Back to work.’ That’s it. And to Gugliotti you acted like you have me under your thumb. Before you would have pretended you didn’t even know me.”
    “Do we really need to discuss why I was an asshole before? You weren’t exactly Little Miss Sunshine yourself. And why is now the time to hash this out?”
    “This isn’t about you being an asshole before. It’s about how you’re being now . You’re compensating. This is exactly why you don’t fuck your boss. You were a fine boss before—you let me do my thing and you did yours. Now you’re the touchy-feely mentor who calls me ‘kid’ to the guy I saved your ass with? Unbelievable.”
    “Chloe—”
    “I can deal with you being a giant dick, Bennett. I’m used to it, I expect it. It’s how we work. Because beneath all the huffing and door slamming, I knew that you respected me. But how you were today—it puts a line there that wasn’t there before . . .” She shook her head, glanced back out the window.
    “I think you’re overreacting.”
    “Maybe,” she said, leaning down to dig her phone out of her purse. “But I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am—am I risking all that?”
    “We can do both, Chloe. For a few more months, we can work together and be together. This? What’s happening today? Is called growing pains.”
    “I’m not sure,” she said, blinking away and looking past me. “I’m just trying to do the smart thing, Bennett. I never questioned my own worth before, even when I thought you did. And then when I believed you saw exactly who I was, and you belittled me . . .” She looked up, eyes pained. “I guess I don’t want to start questioning myself now. After everything I’ve worked for.”
    The plane landed with a jolt and even still it didn’t rattle me as much as what she said. I had led discussions with the heads of some of the largest finance departments in the world. I had taken on executives who thought they could squash me. I could fight with this woman until the world ended and feel like more of a man with every word. But right then, I couldn’t find a single thing to say.

    To say I couldn’t sleep that night would be an understatement. I could barely even lie down. Every flat surface seemed to have