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“Nice isn’t an insult.” But she had lied when she said she wasn’t interested in him romantically. “I don’t think you’re calamari.”
He ignored her awkward compliment. “We’re in neutral territory here, Ad. This isn’t work. I’m not your boss. Not here.”
She swallowed thickly, her nerves jangling... It’d be so easy to say yes.
“We have the weekend. Why not?”
She blinked at him, pretty sure she was having that out-of-body experience she’d wished for a moment ago.
We have the weekend.
His wasn’t an offer to explore their friendship and beyond, it was an offer for sex. At least she was pretty sure it was. And wasn’t that what she wanted? Sort of. She wanted him, yes—she’d just wanted...more than his man parts.
Still, how could she turn down the offer for those?
She was so confused. And overheated. She shouldn’t consider what he was offering—what he was sort of offering—but her brain was too busy throwing a party to hear her over the noise. “We, uh, work together.”
There. That was logical.
“We work together well.”
“Wouldn’t this...” God. She couldn’t say it. “This weekend change that?”
“It wouldn’t have to.” He watched her with a steady gaze, fork in hand.
She shakily reached for her wineglass. Sleeping with Brannon Knox would change everything for her. But not for him. He was suggesting they sleep together out of convenience, but she wanted something deeper than convenience.
“I’m not the kind of woman who texts pictures of my cleavage,” she said, setting her glass aside.
He frowned.
“You can’t swap me for her like we’re interchangeable.”
“I know.” His head jerked on his neck like she’d genuinely surprised him.
“You shouldn’t go to Joe’s wake. You weren’t invited, and you being there will make things awkward.” She stood abruptly, drawing attention from the surrounding tables on the balcony. “Thank you for dinner.”
She dropped her napkin onto her plate, grabbed her clutch and weaved her way through the crowded restaurant. She didn’t look back.
“Way to go, Addison,” she mumbled to herself as she punched the button on the elevator. She’d wanted Bran more than anything, and then when he offered himself to her, she turned him down?
Sanctimonious, Joe’s voice announced in the back of her head.
“Shut up,” she whispered as the doors to the elevator opened. The older couple inside gasped. “Not you,” she reassured them as she stepped inside.
She could swear she heard Joe laugh.
