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Dahlia grabbed the tray, straightened her shoulders, and made her way through the room. She walked up the stairs and turned past the large drapes leading down the hallway to his office. She was still harboring some unexplainable feelings but would remain polite and neutral. She walked past the men, smiling at Jared briefly, and stopped in the doorway.
The woman from the balcony was standing at the edge of the desk, smiling and saying something Dahlia couldn’t hear. It wasn’t warranted, but it didn’t stop her from impulsively wanting to barge into the room. So she did.
“Hi!” she said with more enthusiasm than intended. Usually, she waited for Trey to call her in, but not today. She walked to his desk, smiling at the woman. “I’m Dahlia.”
The woman arched her brow and scanned her uniform, then looked at Trey, who remained silent with a sharp glare locked on Dahlia.
“We had a semi-collision earlier. Not sure if you remember.”
The woman folded her arms and glanced over Dahlia once again. She knew the look. Dahlia had gotten it a fair share for most of her life.
“You weren’t paying attention to where you were walking.”
Oh hell, no. Not today, sweetheart! Not today, not tomorrow and not even the day after! Stay in your lane, girl, he’s mine!
Dahlia smirked and arched her brow. “Or maybe you weren’t paying attention.”
The woman’s gaze hardened, which felt like a triumphant win for Dahlia. And then it all came crashing down.
“Who are you?”
I’m…
“She’s an employee. Works at the bar,” Trey said, and when Dahlia whipped her head around, his glare hardened.
What the fuck, Trey? She wasn’t expecting him to offer up a detailed description of their relationship, but brushing her off as a mere employee was a harsh blow. The woman glanced over at Trey, smirking. It felt too much like it was at her expense.
“A very talkative one, I see.”
Dahlia blinked, unsure if she’d heard the slightly snide comment correctly. Before she could think of a comeback, the woman passed by her.
“Thanks again, Trey,” the woman said, not sparing another look at Dahlia, and walked out of the office.
Fucking rude!
Trey dragged his hand down his face, clearly frustrated, though she wasn’t sure why. She expected some acknowledgment of her standing at his desk, but she got nothing. She walked over to his small bar setup and replaced the bourbon. She turned, looking over at his desk. His back was to her, and he was on his phone texting. Dahlia should have walked out without another word.
“Do you need anything else?” Dahlia asked.
“No.”
She sighed, glancing around the office, slowly making her way to the edge of his desk.
“It was busy in the balcony tonight.”
Trey stilled and slowly glanced over his shoulder. “Is there a question?”
He was back to being cold as ice. One step forward, two steps back. It seemed to be a pattern with Trey. Dahlia clamped her lips and shrugged.
“I’m sensing there is.” Trey turned in his seat to face her and narrowed his gaze.
“Who was that woman?”
“An associate.”
Dahlia nodded. “You seem to know her well.”
“Do I?” There was a slight edge in his tone.
