Page 24 of Empowered
“You were in New York last weekend.”
She grabbed the corner of the small bistro table. An elderly gentleman at the neighboring table gave her a concerned look. “So were you, huh?”
“Have a seat. We should talk.”
Nope. Not gonna talk. Sarah would drag her purse behind her if she had to.
Lucas reached across the table and lightly touched her floundering hand. “Please.”
As if she took a bullet to the chest, Sarah slumped into her chair, gasping for breath.
She had no desire to feel that man’s hand on her, and yet she couldn’t shake him off her.Why do I care about this?She could deny it. She could deny knowing who Angel was. Tell him to go to hell, where angels don’t dwell.
“So you recognized me,” she said instead.
“Wasn’t sure at first.” His sunglasses threatened to slide down his forehead. “You look a little… different.”
Sarah didn’t say anything.
“Your name is Sarah?”
She bit her lip and looked away. “Yeah.” Before he could respond, she leaned forward and said, “This is a coincidence, I swear. I had no idea who you were. My boss didn’t…”
“Your boss didn’t send you to seduce me as a welcome back to America present?” Why was he laughing? “God, he would.”
How could he laugh like that? What was so fucking funny about this atrocious situation?
“Just like I had no idea that you’re married.”
Lucas stopped laughing. “Excuse me?”
“You’re married. I saw and heard you talking about it.”
“I’m not married.”
“Excuseme?”
Lucas crossed his arms on the table, determination burning like frost in his eyes. “I’m divorced. Iwasmarried until about a year ago.”
“I see.” She supposed that would be easy enough to look up. “Sorry I accused you, then.”
“Yes, it wouldn’t be good for my image if it got out I had an affair with my friend’s assistant while she was dressed up like an escort and as eager as one.” He waggled his eyebrows; Sarah wiggled in her seat. “So what’s that about, hm?”
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
“No.” His tone deepened. “I suppose not. Because you like living the double life.”
She shifted uncomfortably. Could she go now?
“So you’re never going to say anything to Damon, andI’mnot going to say anything to Damon, because that would be unnecessarily awkward. Also because I have a feeling he doesn’t know what you get up to on the weekends.”
“For the love of God, stop referring to it.”
“I seem to recall you enjoying yourself.”
Could she blush any harder? That was something for Angel to enjoy. Sarah didn’t discuss these things with people.
Certainly not the men she slept with.
