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deal."
    "Are you sure?" he asked, his brow wrinkled.
    "I'm not going to say it again." I glared at him. "Eight o'clock is going to come real quick, ya know," I hinted. He glanced at his watch and grimaced.
    "Okay then. Goodnight."
    "Night."
    I got ready for bed, pissed at the world as I switched off the light and got under the covers. Auden, the drama queen, Auden, the spoiled brat was at it again. The next day was going to be awkward with Tom and I had no one to blame but my own goddamn self. Eventually, I was able to drift off to sleep, totally dreading the eight days remaining on the tour. Eight more days of Tom. I couldn't wait to be back in London.

So...time for an update. Tom is an idiot, Michelle is probably regretting her decision to hire me, and I had to deal with tour members hitting on me after we got back to London.

    "The tour's over, Auden. You wanna come back to my hotel?" asked Douglas, one of the Canadians from the trip. The one who kept making eyes at me after the night at the Hofbräuhaus.
    "Yeah, no…um, I can think of about a million things I'd rather do. And no, I won't be participating in any fisting!" is what I wanted to say, but I had to maintain my professionalism and act as if I didn't want to shove his balls down his throat.
    What was my actual response? "Oh man, sorry. Jordan Tours has so many policies about these things. Even after the tour is over it's still not allowed." Total lie. Once the tours were over, it's fair game, but I had no interest in touching the dark-haired monstrosity with pimples all over his cheeks. Is that mean? Yeah, I guess so. But still—he grossed me out.
    Tom hadn't spoken to me since the night we slept together. I'd been trying to figure out why—was he into me for real? Was he embarrassed that he didn't ahem, last very long? Whatever it was, he needed to get over himself. I missed the laidback Tom who I could joke with, flirt with, and laugh at. I didn't like the new Tom who barely made eye contact with me and acted like I no longer existed.
    Yesterday when we got back to London, I spent the day moving into my new flat. Michelle wasn't kidding when she said this place was small. It’s like one of those shoebox dioramas we made as kids. That's where I "live" now. It doesn't bother me. I mean, I didn't pack a lot of things when I moved here, and I'll spend most of my time living out of a suitcase as we travel the continent. Even though it's small, I like it. I really do. It has a slight smell of cinnamon to it, which is actually a smell I can tolerate. I think my neighbor has a thing for burning scented candles. As long as she doesn't burn the building down, it's fine.
    This morning, I went for a run to clear my head and prepare myself to leave again in a couple of days. Secretly, I was hoping Tom wouldn't be my supervisor again, but I wasn't counting on a stroke of good luck.
    Sweat dripped down my back as I walked into the apartment, stripping off my scarf and ear warming headband. I had a message waiting for me in my flat...from Michelle. "Hello, Auden. Please stop by my office this afternoon to discuss the tour."
    Cryptic much? Which tour was she talking about? The one that just finished? The next one on my schedule? What the hell? Immediately, I dialed Tom's cell.
    "Oi," he answered. I did love that accent even though I wanted to punch him square in his sexy little jaw.
    "What the hell did you say to Michelle?"
    Silence.
    "Tom!"
    "It's not a big deal. I didn't tell her about Germany."
    "You swear? I don't wanna get fired over this!" I said, slamming my carton of orange juice on my tiny countertop as I opened up the cabinet to retrieve a glass. The hinge squeaked as it opened and I could barely hear Tom reassuring me that he didn't say a word to my boss.
    "Then why does she want to see me? What did you tell her?"
    "Nothing, really. She asked if you were a good fit for Jordan."
    "And?"
    "And I said I wasn't sure."
    "Are you kidding me? Tom! Why would you say that?