#Chapter 51 Jumping to Conclusions

Elroy’s POV After the monumental fuck up that the morning had been, the last thing I wanted to do was leave Olivia for even a second. I was thinking about her the entire end-of-quarter treasury analysis, and I was all but jogging back to our rooms when I was stopped by fucking Rita. She smelled drunk, and she acted drunker. Giggling, swaying, putting her arms around my neck and getting way to close, and all the while saying that it was okay for me to “indulge.” As if she was an indulgence, and not just the harlot starlet of the moment. I was fed up with her, and I was impatient to get back to Olivia, but she was clearly inebriated, and no matter how much I hated her (which was a lot) I couldn’t attack someone who was in no state to defend themselves. I rejected her—not nicely—and shoved her into the nearest room to sob it out. She was too unsteady to run after me, so I made my quick getaway before I could do something regrettable. Like maul her. That would be bad publicity.