A waiter came by and took our drink orders.
“Maybe I can take you sometime.” Glenn gave me a smile that, ten minutes ago, would have given me delicious butterflies. Now, I was hyper-aware of our audience.
“You can do better than that, Mr. Producer,” Sebastian sneered. “That’s if Evie’s not pretending to have a stomachache. I can’t help but notice I didn’t even get a thank-you call.”
I stiffened. How did he know about me not feeling well? I glanced at Skye, who coincidently was focusing hard on the drink menu.
Thank you? For what exactly?
I was about to ask when Glenn spoke up beside me.
“Well, I mean, it’d probably be more than just dinner.” Glenn fumbled with his words. “Maybe a show or something. We can talk about this later,” he said.
I pressed my hand to my forehead. This was mortifying. Poor Glenn. Poor Skye. She had no idea why Sebastian was acting like this. I didn’t either, for that matter. This was exactly why I hadn’t called Sebastian when I returned. Glenn was a producer. He had connections I didn’t, and while his dad was already dead, the others weren’t. I needed to play nice.
Sebastian wouldn’t understand my need for revenge. This was a solo mission.
“Speaking of thank you—Sebastian is such a gentleman. Not only did we go to dinner, but Sebastian also sent me flowers. Evie saw them. They’re gorgeous, aren’t they, Evie?” Skye, seemingly afraid of silence, piped up.
Sebastian’s head snapped toward her. “What?”
“The Dahlias. They were stunning. And expensive. My momma had a saying—if the date costs more than what you made in a full day’s work, then your date deserves to get a little lucky. Thank you for sending them to my room.” She turned from him to beam at us across the table. “He called me his Final Girl.”
Everyone at the table watched as her hand dipped under the table to touch Sebastian.
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t seem to register she’d said anything at all. He was glaring those green eyes at me.
“Those flowers were for Evie.”
Chapter 6
Evie
The Chemistry Test
“I— I need to get some air.” I slid out of the booth before anyone could protest.
“Oh, my God. I—” Skye sputtered. “This is so embarrassing. Evie, let me come with you.” She stood, but I put my hand up.
“No, I need to—not you. I’ll be fine. I just have to go. It was nice to meet you,” I said to Glenn.
“Are you sure? It’s still early,” Glenn protested.
I muttered an apology and rushed out of the bar, freezing in the lobby. Out or up? Pausing to close my eyes for a moment, I opened them and went to the elevator, quickly pushing the button.
“Evie!” Sebastian called to me, but I refused to look back.
I stepped inside and reached for my purse, digging for my room key.
Sebastian caught the elevator, sliding in just as the doors started to shut.
“Sebastian—”
“He’s no good for you,” he blurted.
I leaned forward and pressed the button for my floor.
“Don’t be alone with him again,” he ordered.
