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“That is not what I said,” Aella giggled.
“That’s what I heard.”
Whirling around, she smiled. “Why do you insist on harassing me whenever we cross paths? Why can’t you just ignore me and go about your business?”
“Harass is a strong word. And call me a simp, but I love seeing your smile. I also could never be in the same room with you and pretend as if you don’t exist. You shine too brightly for that.”
Aella released an airy sigh. “Cassius Farina. Always with the pretty yet meaningless words and flattery.”
“They’re not meaningless, Elle.”
“They are when there’s no effort behind them,” she shot back. “Listen, I won’t lie. I do get a tiny kick out of our banter, but if that’s all it’s going to be, please leave me alone. We both know I have no time for games, and your little jealous streak is liable to run off someone who actually could be my future husband.”
“Your husband is standing in front of you. You can dead any other thoughts about that.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“You said you’re busy tonight, right?”
“I am,” Aella confirmed.
“With the Gavington Gala?” Cassius smirked as their eyes met.
“Do I even want to know how you know that?”
“Relax, I’m not clocking you. My family receives an invitation every year.”
“That’s funny, I’ve never seen you there before.”
“I’ve been out of town for a while and never had a motivating enough reason to make an appearance.”
Aella’s cheeks hurt from hiding her smile. “I’m sorry the less fortunate or orphans don’t move you enough to sacrifice one night.”
“My family’s money flows whether I’m in the building or not, Sweetheart.”
“I hope you know how much of an inconsiderate, arrogant asshole you sound like.”
Cassius held up his arms in surrender. “Maybe my wife can teach me some manners.”
“You’re using that word extremely loosely.”
“Just getting used to letting it roll off my tongue.”
The way his actual tongue traced his bottom lip after his statement let Aella know it was time for her to exit the conversation.
“Whatever, negro. I have to go. You’re throwing off the timeline of my day. I told you I have things to do.”
“Yes, you do. Like being ready and waiting for me to pick you up at eight o’clock for the gala.”
“If you think I’ll be sitting around all night waiting on you to show up when you’ve already proven you don’t keep your word, you’re a damn fool.”
“To be fair, I’ve never given you my word until now. I’ll be there, Aella. I promise.”
Something about the conviction in his words made her believe him, despite her common sense screaming at her to do better. Aella stood for a few seconds, battling with herself before finally responding.
“If you’re not there by 8:01, I’m gone. And I promise this will be the last conversation we’ll ever have.”
“Then that’s more than enough incentive for me to have my black ass there on time. I’ll see you at eight, Elle.”
