Page 115 of Positively Pricked
Tiffany looked thunderstruck by the connection. As for Zane, his gaze returned to mine, but he said nothing.
Zane was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid. He obviously realized there was a lot more to this story.
By now, the elevator doors surely would've slid shut again, if it weren't for a huge shopping bag blocking their path. Tiffany had dropped it during her mad lunge for Zane, and the bag was now lying on its side, smack-dab in the elevator's doorway.
The way it looked, it was triggering the sensors that were designed to keep the doors open until everyone was in or out.
Unable to resist, I edged forward and gave the bag a little nudge with my foot. The bag slid forward, and a moment later, the elevator doors began to slide shut.
Tiffany called out, "Wait!" Releasing Zane's arm, she lunged back into the elevator. Frantically, she gathered up her bags, glowering at me the whole time. Under her breath, she hissed, "Thanks a lot."
I gave her a cheery smile. "You're welcome."
With the bags in tow, she once again, exited the elevator.
Feeling surprisingly cheerful now, I followed after her. As for Zane, his gaze kept shifting from me to Tiffany and back again.
The way it looked, he wasn't nearly as happy to see Tiffany as she was to see him.
Utterly oblivious, Tiffany turned to Zane and said, "So, do you have any plans for dinner?" She leaned closer and practically purred, "Because I haven't eaten all day."
Oh, for God's sake.Hadn't she just told me that she was meeting her fiancé? What was she planning to do? Ditch the guy last-minute? Or make it dinner for three?
Zane gave her a cold look. "Yes."
Tiffany beamed up at him. "Great! We could eat right here in the hotel. I haven't been to the Skyroom, but I hear it's fabulous."
Obviously, she meant the restaurant on the rooftop. Supposedly, itwasfabulous, but it took forever to get a table.
Then again, the hotel's owner would surely be able to snag a seat any time. Who knows? Maybe Tiffany wasn't as clueless as I thought.
Zane's gaze shifted to me. In a tight voice, he said, "I meantyes, I have plans."
Tiffany's smile faded. "Oh. With who?"
His gaze locked on mine. "With Jane."
I froze.Me?
Tiffany blinked a few times and said, "What?"
He said, "And we're late." He flicked his head toward the front desk. "So shove off. The senator's waiting."
I turned to look. Sure enough, the senatorwaswaiting. Worse, he was watching us with an expression that told mehewasn't stupid either.
He knew exactly what had just happened, and he wasn't happy. In spite of everything, I actually felt bad for the guy.
But I had no time to dwell on it, because, to my infinite surprise, Zane hadn't been bluffing about dinner.
Unfortunately, I never did get to eat it.
Because ofher.
Andhim.
The prick.
