Page 17 of Meet Me In The Dark
She blinks as if she just spotted me walking barefoot through the lobby. “You have non-work plans?”
“Don’t look so shocked. I do occasionally leave the building.”
“This has something to do with that envelope on your desk last week, doesn’t it?”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “You’re a nosy little thing, aren’t you?”
“I’m observant. There’s a difference.”
“Not in your case.”
“Oh, come on. Tell me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
“Tell me,” she demands, sulking.
“No.”
“Youlovethat word. Was it a wedding invite?” she asks, eyes narrowing. “It didn’t look like a wedding invitation.”
Itwasan invitation, but it wasn’t for a wedding.
In truth, it was something far less traditional and far more intriguing.
An anonymous invitation.
No sender, no signature. A name only whispered among the elite.
Julian,
Your presence has been requested.
“You’re still staring at me,” I say without looking up.
Avery adjusts her stance. “You’re seriously not going to tell me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“You’re not going to a sex thing, are you?”
Christ, she’s annoyingly perceptive.
“Do I look like a man who needs to pay for sex?”
She doesn’t miss a beat. “You look like a man who hasn’t had it in a while. Which isveryunlike you.”
“That’s slander.”
“Technically, it’s libel. And also accurate.” She smirks. “The last time you left the office for a non-work-related event, I still had a boyfriend.”
“You’re better off. He was a dick.”
“Obviously, but don’t change the subject.”
