“Don’t worry about that,” he said, opening his laptop.
“Worry about what?”
“How we monetize it.I have enough money,” he said, typing in his credentials.“That’s not what this is about.”
She couldn’t deny her curiosity.“What is it about?”
“You need something to distract you.”
“Distract me from what?”
“Baiting me.”
And if that didn’t just prod her hard.“Excuse me?You think—”
“Go back to work, Radley,” he said, amusement twisting his lips.
He wanted a rise and she’d given him it.“Clever,” she said, turning to go.“Be online tonight, we’ll see who’s baited then.”
“No,” he said, stopping her just before the exit.
“No?”
“We’re having dinner tonight.”
“I eat dinner every day,” she said, being deliberately obtuse.“I’m sure you do too.Or does the blood you suck from your victims sustain you longer than that?”
“A virgin’s blood can last me a whole week.If I keep it chilled.”
“I’m sure,” she said with a smile that was more of a sneer.
He spoke again before she could leave.“But I meant all of us.There’s a group.”
Oh, yeah, he was just back from his trip.He hadn’t spent much time with her colleagues and would want to get to know them.
“What time?”
“Car will pick you up at eight.”
“A car?Don’t you live on the—”
“You don’t want to walk around the lake in heels or hooker boots, and they’re the only thing women are allowed to wear in my house.”
“Clothes optional?”
That corner of his mouth ascended again.“Forbidden… for females.”
“You know you’re a pig,” she said, swinging the door open.
“Noted!”he called after her as she sashayed out.“Back to work, Slacker!”
TEN
DINNER HER ASS.
The car showed up just like he said.With a chauffeur to open the back door like she couldn’t do it herself.Someone had already poured the champagne.Sick.But she had to smile as she sipped from the flute.What a dick.Yes, there was flash and glamour, but he wasn’t fooling her.
Except he had.
