I shook my head. “I was asking about the partner thing.”
“Oh.” She still looked at me funny. I didn’t care as long as she explained. “Well, according to Mr. Livingston’s secretary, they added Lewis to the mix because they want afamily manto represent the firm.”
The elevator dinged again, and everything clicked into place. This was why Tristan was all‘Marry me’at the café. He needed an instant family, saw an opportunity and took it. Or tried to, at least.
Asshole.
Waving to Wendy over my shoulder, I hurried to my desk. Needing to focus on anything other than the fury burning through my blood, I got stuck into work. Since Tristan had a meeting at the other end of the city, he wouldn’t be in until way later.
A good thing because I was even more furious with him than I’d been when I’d left the café. Fingers flying over—okay, more like stabbing—the keyboard, I allowed that anger to course through my veins. Who the hell did he think he was? And why didn’t he ask one of his many, many,manyconquests to be his wife?
That slimy, good for nothing, piece of…
“Keep that up, you might break a finger…or the keyboard. We don’t have keyboard insurance, Kate.”
My head snapped up, gaze colliding with Tristan’s dark one. My brows drew together. One corner of his mouth curved up. Slowly, ever so slowly, he bent over my desk to put something in front of me.
“You left before they brought our breakfast.” He straightened and smoothed a hand down his tie. “A little rude, if you ask me.”
The aroma of fresh bagels and bacon hit my nose, reminding me I hadn’t eaten yet. I ignored it and the container to glare at my asshole boss.
“Why are you here?” I barked. “You have a meeting—”
“Canceled.” He tucked his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels.
My eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“My office.”
Not waiting for a response, he breezed past me and strolled into said office, leaving me with no other choice than to follow. Well, either that or possibly get fired if I ignored him.
“Great,” I muttered.
Pushing away from my desk, I trailed him like someone heading to the gallows.
“Close the door and take a seat.”
I eyed him for a few beats then clicked the door shut behind me. Instead of sitting like he’d wanted me to, I stood in front of his desk with my arms folded across my chest.
“Would you relax?” he said. “I can feel the knots form in my muscles from just looking at you.”
“Hard to relax when my boss is an asshole.”
I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. Insulting the guy who signed my paychecks probably wasn’t very smart.
Thankfully, Tristan didn’t even flinch. “Sit. Let’s talk.”
My jaw clenched. “Is this about work?”
He gave me a look. One that clearly said “What do you think?”
“Tristan,” I sighed. “If this isn’t about work, I’m leaving.”
Again, he said nothing, simply stared. A strange sensation worked its way through my body. My first thought was discomfort, but that wasn’t right. This was new and not unpleasant at all.
Confused by...everything, really, I spun on my heel, ready to make my escape. Should have known Tristan would be right there. Wrapping his long fingers around my upper arm, he stopped me from taking another step.
Mygaze shot to his hand on me. And like at the café, a zing of electricity rippled across my skin. It wasn’t even subtle. I might as well have stuck my finger in an electrical outlet, it would’ve had the same damn effect.
