Page 18 of Billion Dollar Revenge

My teeth tug on my bottom lip before letting it go so I can speak. “Hi.”

“I got you a vanilla latte,” Mitchell says.

He’s charming and obviously desperate for a sale.

“Thanks.” I smile and take the cup from his outstretched hand.

Evan makes a noise in his throat and drops his hands from his chest to his pockets. Does he actually think I could forget about him? Because nobody could. His tall, broad frame takes up my peripheral vision.

“Sorry, where are my manners? Evan, this is Mitchell. He’s the agent showing me the second floor. Mitchell, this is Evan, he?”

Mitchell thrusts his hand out toward Evan, and I watch with fascination as Evan looks between Mitchell’s face and his palm before eventually meeting Mitchell for a tight handshake. I don’t miss the squeeze that Evan gives Mitchell before they separate. My eyebrows pull together.What’s that about?

“A friend,” I add quietly.

“Are you ready, Chelsea?” Mitchell asks, inclining his head toward the building.

My eyes flick to peer up at Evan, who’s pressing his lips into a thin line. It’s clear he doesn’t want me to leave with Mitchell.

“Yea—”

“Can I have a second?” Evan asks, his eyes holding mine with a tight expression. It confuses me, but I peer at Mitchell with a sympathetic smile.

“Mitchell, could you give me a second to say goodbye to Evan?”

“Sure. I’ll meet you in the lobby,” Mitchell says, already walking inside the building.

I twist back to face Evan, who is wearing a visible flush on his cheeks. His eyes lock with mine, and I get lost in them for a second.

“Care if I tag along?” he asks.

It takes a second to pull myself out from staring into his eyes and take in his question.

My lips part slightly. “You want to come up?” I ask in a higher pitch than normal. “Don’t you have a meeting with a realtor?”

Why would he want to see the second floor? I’m sure compared to the top, it won’t be as nice.

“I’m early, so I can come with you.”

He’s so direct it makes me nervous. “If you want to. It’ll be nice to have someone else's opinion.”

He nods.

“Does this mean I can come to yours?” I ask with a slight smirk.

I’d love to see what his money could buy. I can imagine it’s going to make me jealous. But a girl can dream. Maybe if I work hard enough…

“If you want.”

“I do.”

He looks at me, dips his chin, and leads me to the door with a hand on my back, before letting go to grab the door and hold it open for me.

I shake my head, trying to refocus my thoughts on why I’m here and not on the handsome man in a suit and tie who just had his hand on me.

Evan and I walk inside and join Mitchell. We enter the elevator, and the silence feels thick and heavy. I shiftuncomfortably, the noise of the elevator the only sound breaking the stillness. Glancing at the floor numbers as they light up, I try to avoid eye contact, while the walls seem to close in, adding to the awkwardness.

The elevator doesn’t take long, and it opens to a large empty space, with brightly painted white walls, and soft oak wooden floors.

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