Page 16 of Opening It Up
I said nothing.
I suppose I’d have to get on one of those dating sites.
The thought gave me a flicker of unease.
What if no one gave me a second look?
“You do believe me, don’t you?” Harley asked as we pulled into his parking spot. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
When I didn’t reply again, he went on. “Lily-Mae? You do believe me, don’t you? We don’t have to do this whole open marriage thing, we can?—”
But I shook my head. I wasn’t going to call it quits because he felt sorry for me.
“Nope. I’m all in.”
Even if I never got a date, I refused to let him know how much it had hurt.
However, as I was rolling up my yoga mat after class, I heard a door open.
“Sorry, class just ended—” I began, then stopped.
The newcomer was averyhandsome, powerful-looking older man in his 50s.
“Hello, Lily-Mae. I’m Leopold Beauchamps.”
“As in Beauchamps Towers? As in, the name on this skyscraper? If you’ve come in to complain about not getting paid, I’ve already sent the check this month,” I said tartly.
He chuckled, a low, unexpectedly sexy sound.
“Oh, I got it all right. I just haven’t cashed it.”
“What?” I cried. “Why?”
Leopold was a silver-haired fox, a big, broad bear of a man with a thick mane of hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His face was a bit harsh but it split into a smile as he saw me staring at him.
“Because you and your yoga classes are good for the building. Maybe I like having happy, healthy tenants. Or maybe. . . because I can’t take my eyes off you every time I walk by the studio.”
For a minute I couldn’t breathe with the way he was looking at me, the naked interest that gleamed in his eyes.
The diamonds in his cufflinks glinted at me as he took one slow step closer.
“Those damn glass windows,” was all I could think to say. “I’m putting curtains up.”
He laughed again.
My heart was beating faster. What exactly was happening here?
Why was this massive, powerful man here in my yoga studio?
“Would you like to go out on a date with me?”
Before, I woulddefinitelyhave said no.
I was not the kind of woman who was out here trying to get the attention of 55-year-old silver fox billionaires. I loved Harley, and that was that.
But since Harley was now a lying bastard, I was going to go out on dates as well.
“Cash my check first,” I said.
