Page 3 of Havoc
“Kieran, you’re rubbing off on me because my manners went out the window just now.”Lawrence listened to Alijah tease her husband. “Remy, this is Lawrence, one of my best friends. Lawrence, this is Remy; he works at Cayman Industries.”
“Nice to meet you,”Remy said, and that deep baritone felt like it had physically touched Lawrence.
“You as well,”Lawrence responded, barely hearing Alijah tell them she was dragging Kieran to the dance floor.
The two men stared at each other for several long seconds. Lawrence doing his damnedest to keep his eyes from straying over Remy’s body.
“Do you want to have a seat?”Remy asked, gesturing to the chair across from him with the glass he held.
Lawrence took a seat as Remy took a drink from the glass. He couldn’t tell what the other man was drinking because a full bar was available.
“So, what do you do at Cayman Industries?”Lawrence inquired.
“I’m the vice president of operations.”
“I take it you work as much as Kieran then.”
Remy chuckled, shaking his head. “He doesn’t work quite as much as he used to, but not at all. I fully believe in quitting hours, and when it’s necessary for me to, I’ll put in the extra hours and time to ensure things go smoothly.”
Lawrence nodded. “I’m glad to know he’s gotten better. I had a different friend work for him a little while back, and with the hours she kept, she was glad it was only a temporary position, or she wouldn’t have lasted past those few months.”
“That’s most of his assistants. Until Alijah, that is. What was your friend’s name?”
“Colbie.”
Remy hummed. “I remember, Colbie. Corporate America wasn’t what she wanted, and if I remember correctly. She only needed the job for the summer while school was out.”
“Good memory, and you’re right. She’s teaching history now.”
“And you? What path have you chosen to walk in this thing called adulthood?”
Lawrence found himself chuckling. “I work in sales at Global Technologies.”
“So, you’re a rival,” Remy responded with a smirk.
“Not unless Cayman Industries decides to enter the business of pace-makers, portable dialysis machines, etcetera.”
“We do not.”
“Then I’m no rival,” Lawrence told him.
“I guess you aren’t.”
Remy downed the rest of his drink and sat back in his chair, eyes on the man across from him. He hadn’t seen him up close until then and was far from disappointed. While he was attractive from afar, up close was an entirely different ballfield.
He would hazard to say that Lawrence was pretty, but it wasn’t a soft, feminine kind of pretty. It was something else altogether. Whileyes,he was handsome, there was a completely different facet that mixed into it, merged with it.
“Did you come to the wedding alone?” Lawrence questioned.
“I did. Did you?”Remy inquired, though he was sure he knew the answer. Aside from the wedding party and a few others, he hadn’t seen Lawrence with anyone all night. Unless it was the woman he’d been sitting at the table with before he’d come over.
“I didn’t either,” Lawrence replied with a shrug. “Sometimes it’s better to come to weddings alone anyway.”
“Why is that?”
“Weddings are a happy place. All the serotonin in the air makes it the perfect place to find a partner for your next romantic journey or a wild night in the sheets.”
Remy noted Lawrence’s use of the word partner instead of girlfriend. While it could have been just his word choice, Remyfelt it answered the question he’d been wondering since Lawrence entered the wedding ceremony.
