Riley was about to refuse, but looking up into Soloman’s face she read the anger and denial written there. An imp within her decided if he wanted to play games with her, then she was equal. He shook his head once in warning, a frown biting deep between his dark brows. She tilted her chin and gave him a cold stare. She would show him that she could do exactly what she wanted, date exactly who she wanted. She was her own woman. She was free to say no to Soloman Hart and yes to Scott… whatever his last name was.
She moistened her lips and said, “Sure Scott, let’s do something Friday.”
Before Scott could make any plans that Soloman might hear, Riley cut him off, “I have to run, Scott. I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye!”
She pressed the disconnect key on her phone and slid it in her pocket. Then slowly raised her eyes to Soloman’s. The glacial look there was enough to convince her that maybe she should have played things a little differently. Maybe not forgotten who she was messing around with. But dammit, she was a thirty year old business owner. More than capable of making her own decisions. She wouldn’t be bullied!
He let go of her arm and stepped away from her. Riley felt as though she would collapse to the ground without his warm, solid presence keeping her upright. He lifted his hand. She flinched, but he only touched her bottom lip with the barest hint of pressure.
“Mistake,” he said in his deep, cold voice before turning and walking away from her.
Riley stared after him, frozen in fear as he climbed into his car and drove away without a backward glance. Why was this man pursuing her so hard? He wasn’t known for being a woman chaser. A thrill rushed through her, similar to the feeling she got when her car screamed around a hairpin turn. Belated adrenaline slammed through her and her heart thumped against her chest, as though she were anticipating some kind of race. Fuck, she hoped her date didn’t turn up dead before Friday night.