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With her bag in hand and jacket, she opened the door and found Noah standing right there.
“Don’t you have, like, a security team?” she asked.
“I do, but I try to keep them on the downlow. I’m the one who invited you to dinner.” He offered his arm. “You look beautiful.”
She wasn’t about to tell him that the dress was from a funeral, the last piece of clothing she was able to afford on the salary she was paid.
They cleared the building without encountering anyone. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Maybe a distraction was what he needed, but it never came.
He held the passenger door for her.
“Again, no security?”
“No security. I only took them to the Sanderson building today in case of any disgruntled employees.”
“Arthur has tried his hardest not to fire anyone unnecessarily,” she said, feeling defensive of the older man.
“Oh, I know. He’s the good man, right?”
“Don’t mock him, Noah.”
He smirked, and she had no choice but to climb into the car or make a scene. She just wanted to go back to her apartment and read the latest romance novel that she’d borrowed from the library. He closed the door, and she tapped her fingers on her leg, trying to think of a million different reasons as to why she shouldn’t be in the car, or anywhere near him.
Of course, she kept coming up with a blank.
Noah climbed into the driver’s side, and her chance for escape was gone.
“Nice car.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re not going to tell me about it?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Skye, you have no interest in my car. You’re just trying to get me to talk about all the mundane things in life. I can tell you about my sports car, how much it cost, how fast it goes. It means shit to me. It’s money.”
“It’s a status.”
“True, but again, I’ve not asked you on a date for that.”
“A date?”
“What’s up with that?” he asked.
“I thought this was dinner.”
“It is. It’s a dinner date.”
“Noah—”
“Stop freaking out, Skye. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is a big deal.”
“You’re reading far too much into it.” He shrugged. “We’re going to enjoy good food and each other’s company. Stop making it a big deal.”
She sighed. “Fine.” She’d left her hair down, and it was in serious need of a cut. It had been a long time since she grew it out. Most of the time, she wore it short as the length always brought back times of it being pulled against her will.
“Will you be tearing down Sanderson’s company?” she asked.
