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She opened her eyes and spared him a glance. “My actions, and the reasons behind them, are really none of your concern.”
Abby couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face when Cade’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Serves him right after dropping that little bombshell this afternoon at the office.
He was engaged.
He’d practically driven a knife into her heart when he made the announcement. But that wasn’t enough. No. Cade twisted the knife when he asked her to coordinate the wedding and work directly with Mona, the lucky budding bride-to-be.
She’d just gotten up the nerve to tell him she was leaving. There was no way she could continue to work for a man she was secretly falling for.
But now he’d offered her a staggering amount of money to coordinate his “business nuptials.” God, she didn’t know the lucky fiancée, but nothing about this upcoming wedding sounded romantic. How could she plan a lavish, beautiful wedding when one—possibly both—of the parties involved considered it just another business deal?
Great. Just great. Simply because she’d worked as a wedding coordinator for a prestigious company for several years before coming to work for Stone Enterprises, Cade now thought she was qualified to plan his.
Wonderful.
“This is out of character for you, Abby.”
Did he really know her well enough to say that? Sure, she worked for him, but he knew nothing about her on a personal level. Because if he did truly know her heart, he never would have put her in this position.
She kept her eyes closed, unable to look at the shadowed expression on his face in the darkened car. Though the fact he had major bedhead—a minor imperfection—made him seem somewhat more approachable. Never, in the whole year she’d worked for him, had she ever seen him look anything less than perfect.
And she certainly did not want to consider that Cade had been in bed when he’d received a call about her. Was this Mona woman waiting for Cade back at his house? Was she keeping the sheets warm?
No, that was definitely not a path she wanted to travel down. Unfortunately, though, all of her senses were now plagued with Cade. The man not only occupied a large space in her mind, but his masculine scent filled the car, as well. Too bad the sexy aroma encompassing her wasn’t his strong arms.
Abby groaned aloud.
“You okay?” he asked. Concern laced with irritation filled his tone. “Do I need to pull over?”
She chuckled at the fact he thought she was getting ready to toss her cookies right in the front seat of his sleek, immaculate vehicle that screamed CEO. Was he more concerned with the cleaning bill or her physical state?
Stifling another groan, she turned her attention out the darkened window. “Just take me home.”
Wallowing in self-pity and misery would be much better in her small, empty studio apartment across town. Quite a contrast from where Cade lived in his overpriced penthouse where his fiancée, more than likely, was waiting for him in bed.
Who ordered up a marching band?
Willing the percussion section to cease, Abby rolled over. Her cheek slid against smooth, soft…satin?
She jerked up, only to grab her head to prevent it from falling off. She was in bed, but not hers, she noted with only one eye open. Definitely not hers. She didn’t have a black king-sized mission-style bed with charcoal gray silk sheets and matching duvet.
And then she remembered where she was.
Cade’s place. Great. Just great.
With a hand on either side of her head, she risked opening both eyes to see if he was standing close by with that signature smirk on his face. Thankfully she was alone. And fully dressed.
Obviously nothing had happened, unless Cade had redressed her right down to her sandals.
She listened for a minute, but didn’t hear him moving about in any of the other rooms, either. Hopefully he’d gone out and would be a gentleman about this whole ordeal and let her sneak out without a word. When she went back to work on Monday, they wouldn’t mention Friday night’s events.
Yeah, right. And then he’d confess his undying love to her. Sure.
Struggling to get out of bed, adjust her rumpled clothing and stay upright, Abby reprimanded herself for even thinking such romantic thoughts. Cade was—and always had been—out of her league and off-limits.
Especially now since his engagement announcement.
Searching frantically for her purse and keys, Abby slowly stepped out into the hallway. She still hadn’t heard Cade—thank you, God.
In the sunken living room, which was twice the size of her whole apartment, she saw her handbag resting on the wrought iron table in front of the brown leather sofa.
Leaning against her purse, however, was a note. The queasiness in her belly increased as she crossed the gleaming hardwood floors and snatched the paper.
