Page 57 of For the Lover in You
I didn't even wait for him to respond this time. I ended the call. There was nothing left in me to give him. The only thing that he was right about was that there was a man who made me forget about him, and that was Tremaine. Kyle could keep his apology because it meant nothing over here.
I had finished getting ready and made my way out of the room. Tremaine stood by the door with keys and his bag in hand.
I smiled. "Ready."
He didn't bother to look up at me. He kept his eyes on his phone screen and nodded.
"You okay?" I asked.
He finally looked at me and then quickly back at his phone. "Yep. Let's go."
He opened the door and held it for me. I quickly grabbed my items and headed toward the door. Tremaine was still lookingat his phone as if whatever were on was more important than anything in the world.
"Are you sure you're good?" I asked again as he shut the door.
"Let's go, Mila. Make sure the door is locked."
He walked away from me as I double-checked that the door had been locked. Tremaine was being strange, and I did not know why.
By the time we made it to the office, Tremaine had only spoken a few words to me. He asked me for my breakfast order, and that was it.
"Just an iced matcha with vanilla syrup, two pumps of brown sugar, with sweet cream foam, and a blueberry muffin," I said.
Tremaine repeated the order and added himself a black coffee with two shots of espresso and a blueberry muffin as well. Once we received our order, we headed toward the office in complete silence. I kept stealing glances at him, but his expression never changed.
As soon as we made it to the office, he went into his office and closed the door. The mood was still off, and I didn't know why. My plan was to ask him around lunchtime what was wrong because something was off, but until then, I decided to busy myself with work.
I sat down to work, and before I knew it, it was lunchtime. Susanna brought lunch, and we were talking about the conference. Susanna was ranting about how, at night, it turns into an orgy on the low.
"How do you know this stuff?" I asked while biting into the salad she brought me.
"Girl, the people talk. Pay attention to how people are acting on day one. Then watch how they act by the end of the conference. Most of these people are married, but they don't give a damn."
My eyes ballooned. "Are you serious?"
She nodded. "As a heart attack. It's insane! But I will say there are so many eligible bachelors there. A good bit of them aren't married, and you can spot them because the women flock to them. Maybe you may come across them." She wiggled her shoulders.
I shook my head. "No, thank you. I'm not looking."
She sucked her teeth. "Mila, you're divorced, not a nun!"
I looked at Susanna, confused because it made little sense in what she was saying.
"Susanna, what are you talking about?"
"I'm saying, just because you're divorced doesn't mean you can't look, feel, taste, or eat a man. A woman has needs, unless you are a nun."
I burst out laughing, and Susanna joined me.
"I'm serious. Don't let grass grow under your feet. Get out there, mingle, and you may meet a friend." She giggled.
"Thanks for the advice, Susanna."
I went back to eating my salad while Susanna continued with her dos and don'ts of the conference. I wasn't taking her advice on mingling or trying to find a friend in the mixed crowd of eligible bachelors that would be in attendance. Suddenly, Susanna stopped speaking when the front door of the office opened. Susanna sucked her teeth as a caramel-skinned woman, with long curly hair and a skintight lime green two-piece skirt set, walked through the door. She wore tall nude heels that made my feet ache. She wore big black shades and red lipstick. I could tell she was beautiful behind the makeup. I stood from my chair and wiped my mouth to greet her.
"Good afternoon. How can we help you today?" I asked, making my way over to her.
"Where is Trey?"
