I can't comprehend what he's doing here in my bedroom.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him, trying to chase away the sleepiness. The last thing I remember was feeling tired and deciding to go take a nap.
"I told you I'd be by a four to pick you up, didn't I?" he returns.
I'm shaking my head before he finishes. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you."
"I'm not asking you," he replies. "I'm telling you to get up, get dressed and do your job."
"My job?"
"Yes, the one you still have as my Personal Assistant. The one you tried to run out on?"
"But it's the weekend!" I protest.
"Don't worry. I'll pay you for the overtime."
The bastard side of James is back, I see. This is exactly why I knew I shouldn't mess with him. He's too unpredictable. I'd thought he meant to ask me out personally when he told me to get dressed for four. Especially after the way he'd kissed before he asked that question.
