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"I don't know, but maybe you should have led with that instead of want to come to the Ritz-Carlton?"
"So you only want to hang out with me if it includes a free dinner and a bang in a hotel room?"
My eyes narrowed as I stared at him. "You are disgusting."
"How am I disgusting? I'm just stating the facts. Did you or did you not think that you were coming to bang in a hotel room?"
"I'm not even going to answer that question, or what do you lawyers say?" I thought for a second. "I plead the Fifth."
"Okay, then." This time, he started chuckling. "You plead the Fifth. I see, but I have one question for you, Rosalie."
"Yes," I said, attitude in my voice.
"If we were going to bang, which, I mean, you know I would definitely do…" His eyes twinkled as he gazed at me, and I glared at him.
"What is your question, Oliver?" I said in a short, sharp tone.
"Well, if we were going to bang, why wouldn't I just bang you at home? Why would I spend hundreds of dollars taking you to this hotel?"
"I don't know. I thought..." I bit my lower lip and looked away.
"Tell me, Rosalie."
"I thought you didn't want to do it in the apartment because you would be nervous about what Foster would say if he found out."
"But I wouldn't be nervous about what your brother would say if he found out that we did it at a hotel? Wouldn't that make it cheaper?"
"You know what, Oliver? I am so done with you. I should have known that you hadn't changed. I should have known that you were full of shit."
"Hey, what's going on?" He held his hands up. "You're that mad that we're not banging right now?"
"I'm not mad that we're not banging. I'm mad that you didn't actually set me straight on what was going on tonight. You led me to believe..." I trailed off. I was feeling more and more embarrassed by the moment. This couldn't get any worse.
"I led you to believe what?"
"You led me to believe that something else was happening tonight." I didn't say anything else. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It stung because this was exactly how I'd felt all those years ago after we'd kissed, the first and only time we'd kissed when I was a teenager. He had a way of making me feel like nothing. Like I didn't matter, and I hated that he could affect me like that. I was stupid to have fallen right into his arms right away. I was stupid to think I could ignore who he was as a person just because I was so attracted to him.
"I still think you're hot, Rosalie. I know you're not mad at me because I invited you to attend a work event with me."
"It doesn't matter," I said. "I'm going to go and get something to drink." I looked around wildly. I started to make my way out of the hotel, and he grabbed my arm.
"No, you're not leaving."
"What do you mean I'm not leaving?"
"You don't know your way around the city. You don't have much money. You don't have a key to get back to the apartment and in fact, do you even know the address for the apartment?" I bit down on my lower lip. He was right. I had no clue where he and Foster lived.
"I know it's a tall building that overlooked Central Park."
"We're in New York City, Rosalie. Many buildings look over Central Park. Come on, let's go and get a drink. Sit through this award ceremony and—”
"And nothing. I don't want to sit through an awards ceremony. I don't think you deserve an award."
He shook his head then. "I don't really think I deserve an award either." He sighed. "Fine. What do you want to do?"
"What do you mean what do I want to do?"
"I messed up. I admit it. I should have told you that this was a work event. I understand why you're mad. You look hot as hell, though, and honestly, if there wasn't a work event here, then I would've loved to have taken you to dinner, wined you and dined you, and then taken you up to the penthouse suite and had my wicked way with you." He grinned. "I even have some condoms in my wallet."
