I snort, slapping my hand over my mouth when Zach’s face turns questioning. The thought is
ridiculous because I already know the answer. Definitely not. I am surrounded by many men at work,
and Zach is the only one that makes me feel things.
It’s terrifying.
Daily, I resist the urge to pack my bag and retreat back to the world I know. It would be so easy to
go back, easier than staying. Moving everything I own out here and finding an apartment? It all feels
like a lot.
But leaving would mean leaving Cara. And Bree. And Janey. And Becca. And all the other people
that I’m starting to develop friendships with. How can I let them all go? And then, of course, there’s
Zach.
“Maya,” Zach says, bringing my mind back to this room. And to the billionaire looking at me like
I’m lickable. There go those tingles again. “You look beautiful,” he murmurs. The approval in his
eyes is satisfying, and that pisses me off. Bridget smiles and makes herself scarce.
“Thank you,” I say, unable to inject any real warmth into my tone. Why am I so angry?
He stands with a frown, scanning my face. “Is that a bad thing to say? You’re acting like I just told
you that you remind me of some hag I used to know.”
I wander over to the seating area and drop down into the chair he just vacated. He turns, arms
crossed over his strong chest, and studies me.
“Would you stop looking at me like I’m a bug under a microscope and sit down? I’m getting a
crick in my neck, staring at you,” I mutter grumpily.
His lips twitch, and he sits. Where I dropped into my chair, he sits with an easy grace and control
that I’ll never manage. Not even with etiquette lessons for the rest of my life.
“Why are we even dating?” I ask sadly, truly wondering.
He freezes, hands gripping the chair. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t seem to like much about me. I…I’m not who you want. Not really.”
“What the fuck would make you say that?” There’s a little vein popping out above his left eye, but
the rest of him is ice cold.
I rub my forehead, wishing I hadn’t brought it up. I should have just taken the free clothes and kept
my mouth shut. People change all the time, don’t they? Changing for him doesn’t seem like such an
awful thing. “Why did we come here today?”
