Page 57 of The Chase
I put his demeanor down to running a billion-dollar company. The kind of power that would place him in the center of his own universe.
Logan shot to her feet and threw me a defiant glare. Tobias took a sip of wine as he watched her navigate around the table.
“I’ll call you,” she said.
“Sure.”
With her gone this was going to be a little easier, though that thought was switched out by the awkwardness of Tobias’s silence.
All I could think of was the way he felt against me when we kissed, that gentleness fused with his masculine hard edges. Us fitting together as though made for each other. My breasts swelled as his delicate cologne reached me.
I concentrated on straightening my napkin, hoping not to give myself away. “You weren’t expecting me?”
He tore his gaze from mine. “No.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s good to see you. Why don’t you take off your coat?” He frowned. “The concierge didn’t offer—”
“I wasn’t sure I’d be staying.” I pulled my arms out of my parka and laid it beside me. “I’m here to apologize.”
“For?”
“Offending you.”
“Logan told you that?”
“Adley. He called me into his office.” I looked down. “I speak my mind.”
“So I’ve discovered. It’s a good trait to have.” He smiled playfully. “I’m surprised you haven’t filed a complaint.”
“Against Logan?”
“Me.”
“Why would I complain about you?”
He arched a brow. “I led you half-naked through an orgy.”
“The blindfold helped.” I flushed and broke his gaze.
“I’m glad.”
I took several gulps of wine. “It was kind of exciting.”
“What do you normally do for fun?”
“Stay home and read.”
He studied me carefully. “What do you like to read?”
“Romance.” I silently screamed at myself for telling him that. “Books on art.”
“Romance? Happy-ever-after?”
“Yes.”
“That’s why it’s called fiction.” He smiled at his joke. “And yet if you risk nothing—” His gaze held mine. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. As you can see, I’ve lost my faith in humanity. You’re still relatively unscathed by life. Try to keep it that way.”
