I don’t look at her.
I can’t.
Being here with her in this more intimate social setting was a mistake.The more I spend time with her, the clearer it’s becoming that I’m seriously attracted to this woman.If she weren’t my client, I would drag her home and fuck her up against the wall of my bedroom overlooking the city.
In fact, I doubt we’d get that far.
Dereck is onto something.I’m sure the restrooms in this hotel are nice enough.But unfortunately, I’d lose my entire career and company if I even contemplated it.
Find someone else to play with, cock.
Anyway, I didn’t invite her to sit with me for no reason.She’s going to hate me for it, but if it means I don’t lose to Vanguard and she gets her money, she’ll thank me for it one day.
Or not.
I wait until I’m confident Kylie will hear my question.
“So, was John unable to make it tonight?”I ask, taking a sip.“Your boyfriend.”
The two women share a look.
“Oh, sorry.Did I say something out of place?Have you not met him, Kylie?”
Courtney lowers her brows, looking mad.
“I met him once.”Kylie glances at me and Courtney.“But they broke up.Didn’t you?”
I don’t care about that.I want to know when they met.Because I don’t want to be surprised when I step into mediation next week.
“I follow your social media.Is that the guy you went to Hawaii with?”Emily asks, completely unaware of the tension.“I want to take Noah as soon as he’s old enough.That’s our newborn.”
Unfortunately for Em, who wants to talk about the baby all night, Courtney has completely missed the cue and is instead glaring at me again.
“Yes.We were in Maui,” she replies and takes a sip of her drink, dropping it more heavily on the table than needed.
“Well, he’s definitely a ten compared to your ex.”Emily grins.
“Can we,” Sebastian rubs his temple.“Can we not rate men you see on social media?Please.”
Emily and Lexi break into giggles, and I also can’t help but join them.
Mason is in conversation with Damon.I wonder if he knows about the project.I doubt it.
When I glance back at Courtney, I note she has stopped eating and is staring at her plate.
“What’s wrong?”
“Did you have to do that?”she hisses quietly.
Yes.
“Do what?”I ask, feigning innocence.
“You know what.”She lifts her napkin and plants it on the table beside her plate.“Excuse me.”
Courtney pushes her chair back, and leaving her purse on her seat, walks toward the restrooms.I stay in the same position for what feels like a solid minute before lifting my glass to my lips.
Sebastian is staring at me again.
