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She lets out a heavy sigh. “Working.”
I press a kiss to her cheek and pull back before she can wallop me. “Go to dinner with me tonight.”
She turns, glaring. “No.” She enunciates the word.
She’s turned me down, not a surprise, but I’m too focused on the way her lips move to be disheartened.
“Please?” I offer her a dazzling smile.
“Cal, we talked about this.This”—she points between the two of us, rolling a few inches away—“can’t happen.”
I stare into her eyes, long and hard, silently begging her to give in. When she doesn’t, I pull back and pivot to plan B. “Fine. Can you do me a favor?”
Brows lowered, she shakes her head. “I have to work.”
“This is work. I need you to set up an appointment for me.”
With a sigh, she picks up a legal pad and pen, ready to jot down my request. “Fine.”
“Fair warning, the person I need to meet with is really difficult and won’t want to come. But I need you to makethis happen.”
She rolls her eyes. “Someone doesn’t want to hang out with you? No way.”
“Shhh, Lola, you’ll ruin it,” I warn as I straighten my suit jacket.
With her pen pinched between her fingers, she rubs at her temples. “I’m getting a headache.You’reruining it.”
I chuckle. “Okay, okay. This is what I need: Call Berns Steakhouse and make a reservation for two at eight thirty tonight.”
She documents my request in the same manner she takes dictation. “Eight thirty reservation for two at Berns Steakhouse.” Face lifted to mine, her eyes widen. “Is that right?”
I nod. “Yup. Thank you.”
With a charming grin, I turn on my heel and stride away, letting her wonderful little jealous mind do all the work for me.
Chapter 28
Lola
Iglare at Cal’s retreating form until he disappears, willing him to trip and fall on his face.
But the man doesn’t even miss a step. Like he didn’t notice how pissed I am. Like he didn’t think it would drive me out of my mind wondering who the hell he is taking to dinner.
I say no one time and that’s it? He doesn’t even bat an eye as he moves on?
Hands fisted so tight my nails dig into my palms, I storm out of the conference room and go straight to Brian’s office.
“Who’s Cal taking to dinner tonight?” I demand as I cross the threshold.
“Is that what the ass was doing on my computer? Making dinner reservations?” Brian grumbles without looking up from the screen. “Every time he’s in here, he adjusts the setting on my mouse and never puts it back.”
Using Brian’s computer is disorienting, since it’s set up for a lefty. Even I’ve been known to change his mouse setting so it’s easier to use with my right hand.
“It takes two seconds to put it back, that’s not the point.”
The point is that Cal apparently already has a backup date lined up. Like I am suddenly just one of many.
Sighing, he rests his forearms on his desk and finally meets my eye. He knows me well enough to know when I’m on a roll.“Whatisthe point?”
