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It’s why he’d jetted out of the lounge without saying goodbye to anyone.
And after what he’d done to the bathroom shortly after, he wasn’t going to go back.
Besides, he had a meeting with Quinn Sullivan in…he glanced at his phone.
Shit.
He was supposed to be there right now.
He walked into the building and checked in with reception. The person there sent him up the elevator where he was greeted by someone else he knew he wouldn’t remember.
He felt bad about that but it was true.
Names and faces didn’t always store properly in his long-term memory.
The conference room they showed him to was empty.
Except for the espresso machine in the corner.
He stared at it wryly as his stomach gurgled a desperate warning.
Chicago was full of delightful temptations.
“Mr. Hansen.”
He turned at the greeting and gripped the hand offered by the man with the snazzy suit and perfect teeth.
“Quinn Sullivan,” the man introduced himself. He waved to a second individual with glasses and black hair who actually looked even less friendly than Quinn. “This is Alex Greene.”
Right. Hannah had mentioned him.
Alex leaned across the table and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. Big fan of how you told the system to piss off and decided to be successful anyway.”
“Oh.” Dave wasn’t sure how to take that. Not a lot of people knew his history. The one thatwasn’ton the internet. But apparently Alex did.
All right.
“Sorry I’m late,” Dave apologized.
Quinn’s cool gaze narrowed slightly. “I understand that moving to a new location can have difficulties in the beginning.”
Oh, that was nice of him, giving him an excuse. But that just made Dave feel worse.
“I’m just bad at time management,” Dave confessed.
“Maybe that’s something we can help with.” Quinn did that casual cool thing that men who know how to be men do where he unbuttoned his suit jacket just as he sat down.
That was the number one reason Dave never wore suits. He had no idea how to do the button thing. He knew he’d overthink, make a mistake, and everyone would know what an idiot he was.
Which he was.
But he didn’t need to help them out with it.
He tried not to feel underdressed in his hoodie and jeans as he sat down at the conference table.
“How have you found your accommodations so far?” Quinn asked, his blue eyes measuring and careful.
“Great.” Dave shrugged. “Way nicer than I deserve.”
