Page 109 of Forking the Billionaire

“That’s all right. I’ll just ask?—”

“I’ve been assigned.” He gave me a crazed grin.

Morgan put him up to it. She’d assigned everyone’s tasks in advance.

“That won’t be a problem, will it?” he asked.

“Of course not,” I said, not meaning it at all.

Chester ushered me toward the exit. I went along with him, very much wishing it was Esme who was going with me.

A car was waiting for us when we reached the surface, so we climbed into the back, side by side. Chester listed off an address for the restaurant. The whole drive, I could feel him staring at me.

I stared out the window.

He bumped his knee into mine.

I pulled away.

“I hope there are no hard feelings,” he said.

“Nope.”

“For Jules’s and my entanglement.”

“Not at all.”

“She’s a wildebeest in the sack.”

“Mmm,” I said, wishing I could be anywhere else.

“She said you were good with it.”

“I am.”

“You don’t seem good.”

“I’m great.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

I forced myself to turn toward him, with a forced smile on my face.

He said, “You’re not great.”

I sighed. “You don’t know me.”

“Sure I do. You’re one of those hide-your-feelings guys. You’re just stealthier about it than people like your brother.”

“I’m not hiding anything.” Well, that was a lie.

“You’re uncomfortable being here with me. You were uncomfortable with Jules and me fornicating. And you?—”

“Let’s enjoy a little silence before we get back to the festivities.”

“You hide behind a smile instead of a scowl, but it’s the same.”

“You want me to say I’m uncomfortable with you brushing your leg against me in the car?”

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