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“Huh?” I glance over, startled he’s speaking to me.
There’s a brief flash of entertainment on his face, so quick I barely catch it between blinks. Oliver’s mouth barely twitches before returning to a straight line. “For work. What do you do?”
“Oh.” So much for composed. “I, uh, I work for a sports agency. We negotiate contracts, network with teams, recruit new talent, handle marketing, brand deals. Stuff like that.”
“So you’re a sports agent?”
“Not exactly. I do whatever needs to be done.” I already told him I work for my father, but admitting it’s in a position that was created exclusively for me sounds pitiful.
“And you hate it,” he surmises.
“I don’thateit. I just…it’s not what I thought I’d be doing at twenty-seven.”
“It gets worse, not better.”
I grimace, then take a sip of martini. His voice says he means it.
When I look over, Oliver is looking at me. Still. Again. It’s like I’m being tested, but I’m not sure how or why or on what.
“Do you hate your job?” I ask.
“No. I love it, actually.” He exhales, sounding irritated about the sentiment for some reason, then reaches for the tumbler that’s now close to empty.
I wish the bartender was refilling his drink as quickly as she’s been supplying my martinis. I’m strangely worried he’ll leave as soon as the amber liquid is all gone.
The sleeve of his suit jacket pulls back as he lifts the glass to sip, exposing the shiny watch on his wrist. Theveryexpensive watch.
I already figured he was wealthy. Rooms here start at four figures and run into the high fives. But this hotel could have been the groom’s choice. A watch with that price tag suggests a whole different amount of personal wealth.
“Even considering your boss?”
“Even then.”
His phone rings. Oliver pulls it out and sighs before answering. “Hey.”
I stare at him as he listens to whatever is being said on the other end. He rubs a long finger along the rim of the tumbler, nodding along.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll meet you there.”
A pause.
“No, I’m close. Uh-huh. Bye.”
Oliver sets the phone down and drains the rest of his glass.
He’s leaving, and I’m embarrassingly disappointed about it. I’ve known him for all of twenty minutes.
I watch as he pulls out his wallet and drops two hundred-dollar bills on the bar top.
The bartender appears, whisking away the empty tumbler. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
Oliver shakes his head and pushes the money toward her. His gaze doesn’t linger on the pretty brunette; he just gives her a polite smile before sliding his wallet back into his suit pocket. Considering I’ll probably never see him again, the lack of flirtation pleases me a ridiculous amount.
“For my drink.” He glances at me. “And hers. Keep the change.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Once the bartender is gone, Oliver turns back toward me. “I’ve gotta go.”
