“Okay. I guess. Busy as well.”

“Good.” I turned the corner.

“Chloe, listen. I want to see you.”

“You’re seeing me.”

He lightly grabbed hold of my arm and forced me to stop walking.

“I want to see you. Let’s have dinner together tonight at my place.”

As I stood there and stared into his pleading eyes, a part of me wanted to slap him.

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?” He cocked his head.

“I can’t. Sienna is coming over tonight. Sam went back to England today, and she’s really sad, so we’re going to have a girls’ night in.”

“I see. How about tomorrow?”

“Sorry. I have an exhibition tomorrow.”

“That’s right. How about after the exhibition? We can have a late dinner.”

“I don’t know.” I began walking. Why was the thought of possibly having dinner with him going through my head?

“Just dinner. Nothing else. I promise.”

“Dinner at your place, and you expect me to believe you won’t try to have sex?”

“I promise. I’ll be on my best behavior. Please, Chloe, just have dinner with me.”

His begging was pathetic. I stopped.

“Fine. I’ll have dinner with you after the exhibition. Gregory told me that you responded no on the invite.”

“Now that you’ve agreed to have dinner with me, I’ve changed my mind. I’ll be there.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.

“Were you going somewhere before you saw me with my dad?”

“Oh shit. I was meeting Damien. I’ll see you tomorrow night at the gallery.”

“Okay.”

As I walked away, Sebastian called my name.

“Chloe.”

“Yeah?” I turned around.

“Have a fun girls’ night tonight.” He smiled.

“Thanks.”

I was nothing but the poster child for being a glutton for punishment.

Sebastian