Trust in Me by Samantha Chase Page B

opened her eyes to how
     much there was to do and see and she missing it all because of the actions of one
     person and Maggie was done letting that bastard have any control over her life.
    Placing the water on her nightstand, Maggie went about the task of getting ready for
     bed.  Walking into the bathroom she turned on the light and then took a long hard
     look at her reflection.  She was too young to hide away from life any longer.  While
     she didn’t have a clue as to what to do about Jason and her feelings for him, she
     did know that when they got back home that she was going to start getting involved
     in things.  She’d finally accept some of those after-work invitations that her co-workers
     were always issuing.  Maybe she’d join a gym, take a class or two and start going
     out more.
    Reaching for her toothbrush she couldn’t shake the image of the person she wanted
     to go out with the most.
    Jason .
    “You have to let that go,” she scolded her reflection.  “He’s your boss and that’s
     all he is ever going to be.  He thinks you’re married for crying out loud.  How are
     you going to explain that one?”
    She’d really backed herself into a corner on that one.  At the time it had made perfect
     sense but now that she was ready for a change, Maggie realized that one little lie
     was going to complicate her life in a major way.
    For now she had no choice but to continue with the ruse.  It had kept her from doing
     something completely foolish with Jason and as much as she hated to admit it, it was
     probably for the best that they hadn’t fallen into bed together on this trip.  It
     would only make things more difficult and confusing when they got home. 
    Unfortunately, the image of Jason in bed had her heart racing and Maggie thought that
     maybe it would have been worth the difficulty and confusion – even if it had turned
     out to only be for one night.
    She slipped into her pajamas and turned out the lights as she climbed into bed.  It
     was ridiculously large for one person and although it was a complete luxury, Maggie
     had a feeling it would even be more decadent to share it with someone.
    Rolling on to her side she couldn’t help but punch her pillow out of frustration before
     settling in for yet another night filled with dreams of the one man that she wanted
     but couldn’t have.

Chapter Six
     
    They’d made it through the Atlanta meeting and were landing in Miami .  Jason spent most of the flight on the phone with his brother Mac while Maggie was
     typing up last minute contracts at Jason’s request. 
    They checked into their hotel and rushed up to their rooms without exchanging a word. 
     Maggie had just enough time to freshen up her makeup before Jason knocked on the door
     to signal her that the car was waiting.  She sighed with irritation.  Did he really
     think that one word from him was going to have her throwing herself at him?  Couldn’t
     he at least have the common decency to say a word or two to her that wasn’t directly
     about Montgomery ’s?  It was getting beyond rude and Maggie wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it
     through another day like this.
    When Maggie stepped out of her room, Jason was already halfway down the hall.  She
     had to practically run to catch up with him at the elevator and when they stepped
     on and he hung up the phone, Maggie stamped her hand over the emergency stop button
     and faced Jason full of fury.
    “What the hell?” he snapped. 
    “You know, Jason, I think I deserve a little more common courtesy than a knock on
     the door beckoning me to follow you.”
    Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled sharply.  “We don’t have time for
     this right now.  We have an appointment to get to.”
    “Oh, I get that, Jason; believe me, I do.  What I don’t get is why I’m being treated
     like some sort of leper or something!  I’ve been working my butt off for you on this
     trip and in the last week