With a smirk, she slides out of the chair and saunters off. “See you later, Brandy-Poo.”
I’m mortified. How could she embarrass me like that in front of my boss? The second most powerful man at Conquest Broadcasting.
“Man, I’m sorry for that. I don’t know what got into her. Maybe she had too much to drink.” Which I know isn’t true because there was no trace of alcohol on her breath, and she sure as hell couldn’t walk in those heels sloshed.
“Don’t worry about it.”
I can’t help myself; I need to know. “Did you and she have some kind of thing?”
Blake tightens his lips once more. “My father always says: ‘Sometimes the past is better left behind.’ I’ll leave it at that.”
The irony of his words gets under my skin. If only I could remember mine. In the meantime, I’m going to find out what their story is.