Page 10 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
I hope not.
WhenIwalkintoTsunami later that night, my stomach is tossing and turning. I have no clue who I’m meeting with. Penny told me to tell the host that the table was under my name.
As I look around at the fancy chandeliers and luxurious black booths, I can’t help but feel like she is up to something. The host checks the reservation list for my name, smiling when he finds it.
“Right this way,” he says, stepping out from behind the counter.
I smooth down my green dress, making sure the slit isn’t rising too high before following him through the restaurant.
I know that Penny is trying to get me to stay in town, but this feels like more than that. It feels like I’m walking into some sort of trap.
While following the host to the table in the back, I shake away the foreboding feeling. I’m working myself up for nothing because I’m terrified of settling down and starting my life over.
We’re still walking when I look at the booths a few feet away from us and see Grayson Gould sitting there, looking like sin and seduction come to life in a black dress shirt tucked into a pair of grey slacks. His dark brown hair is slicked back, and his angular jaw has a slight shadow of stubble on it.
Ugh! Why does he have to look better than the last time I saw him.
My stomach tosses and turns. In my head, I keep hoping that the host is going to walk right by his table and keep going.
There is no way that this is happening right now.
I should have known something was up when Penny was talking to me this morning.
When he looks up at me, my heart skips a beat. He is more attractive than I remember. It only pisses me off more.
How can he sit there, staring at me like we don’t have history?
There is no surprise on his face at all, though I know there is no way Penny told him that he would be meeting me. He would have refused.
I should turn around and walk out right now.
Working with Grayson is like asking for trouble. I half expect him to tell me to leave as he stands up.
Instead, he gestures to the other side of the table. His mouth is pressed into a thin line, and he looks as nervous to see me as I am to see him.
“Please sit,” he says, making my pulse race. “We have to talk.”
Chapter Five
Grayson
EventhoughIknewWhitney is in town, she is the last person I expected to meet with. I thought that I had seen the last of her after the wedding.
Sneaking out might not have been the best thing I’ve ever done, but I don’t regret it either.
Although, based on the look on her face, she didn’t expect to see me here either.
I can’t deny that she’s stunning. Her long blonde hair is curled in loose waves and those blue eyes bore into mine, as if she is trying to see straight into my soul. Her thin lips turn downward as she looks down at the seat and then back up at me.
When I told her that we have to talk, I didn’t think it would cause this much conflict for her. She bites her bottom lip, clenching the clutch in her hands a little tighter.
“Whitney, I’m not going to bite.”
“No,” she says, her tone cool as she slides onto the seat across from me. “But you might run out without another word.”
I wince at her comment, knowing what she is referring to. I’m not going to let it bother me though. She knew what we were getting into that weekend, so she doesn’t get to play the victim.
“That’s a bit below the belt,” I say as I sit down.
