Page 88 of Elevator Pitch

Tuck your hair behind your ear if Yes.

Rub the back of your neck if No.

I ponder on this before deciding to tuck a lock of my hair behind my right ear. I glance up at him and he smiles.

Smell Good Man

Let me grab my cape and I’ll beright there.

I stifle a laugh.

This man.

He walks over and everything surrounding us is a blur. He moves with such grace, and his scent envelops me when he approaches.

God.

Why does he smell so fucking good?

How is he planning to get me out of this?

He stops once he reaches our table. He looks me up and down before saying, “Fancy seeing you here. And who might this be?” He glares at Aaron.

Who takes a moment to acknowledge him, when he does, his eyes bounce between Greyson and I.

“Do you always go out with married women?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re on a date with my wife. There’s nothing more to say. Come along, babe.”

He motions for me to follow him before turning on his heel, going still as he waits for me.

“Wife? You’re married?”

I wince and respond, thinking quick on my feet.

“Separated, actually. It’s a long story. If you’ll excuse me.”

I rise from the table, trailing behind Greyson and pretending to argue.

Once we’re out of earshot, I ask, “What are you doing here?”

“Grabbing dinner. You know I’m always up for a bite,” he adds playfully.

“That’s not what I meant by saving me. What the hell was that?”

“I read it in one of your books and thought you’d appreciate it.”

I cover my laughter with my hand.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Hey, I made you smile and that’s all that matters to me.”

I roll my eyes, but I know it does nothing to hide his effect on me.

“Are you coming home with me,wife? Or do you want to stay?”

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