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“You don’t know, do you? You’re totally lying to make me feel better,” she huffs, leaning back.
I breathe a sigh of relief to no longer have the view down her shirt. “No, I know more. It’s just … I would need to have you sign an NDA before I can describe it fully. My boss would kick my ass.”
She narrows her eyes and damn near pouts. For the briefest of moments, it reminds me of Rebecca—only it looks so much more adorable on her.
“All right, I’m in. When can I sign the NDA?” she proclaims, holding her chin up.
“Tomorrow, if you want. I’m in the office by three—” I say, fighting my surprise and elation.
She runs her left hand in her hair and twirls the ends of it for a moment. A serious expression takes over her face and she nods. “I can make three work. What nightclub are we talking about here?”
I fight back the smile threatening to summon the angels in heaven to sing their songs of joy. “Club Nocté.”
“Where’s that?” she asks, her eyebrows pulling in.
I can almost see her flipping through the Rolodex in her brain, trying to figure out where we’re located. I’m not surprised that she came up empty.
“It’s in Superior. Give me your phone. I’ll put the address into your contacts,” I say, outstretching my hand and flicking my fingertips at her.
She looks appalled. “I know how to add contacts into my own phone.”
“Are you sure you can type after two margaritas and four glasses of wine?” I shoot her a pointed stare that could rival the ones Cal gives me.
She makes a show of flicking open her phone and pressing on the screen. But after a moment, her eyes narrow and her expression turns serious.
Then she drops her head and extends her hand to me without a word.
I chuckle under my breath and type in the details, including my direct line. I also take a moment to add my personal contact info, including my home address, into her phone.
Just in case.
CHAPTER8
Lily
“What do youmeanyou can’t come with me?” I practically channel Vivian as I whine, ready to throw a full-on temper tantrum.
It’s not often I ask for help, so when I do, it means I really need it. Tasia knows that.
I lean forward clutching at the glass counter of Dirty Books as if it might help me get a different answer out of her.
Tasia gives me her best WTF expression and sweeps her arms out. “I’m working, darling. As much as I love you, I still need to pay the bills.”
“Iknow,” I drawl. “But I can’t go alone.”
For whatever reason, I don’t feel like I can trust myself alone with London. There’s a strange kind of energy in the air whenever I’m with him and I don’t know what it means. I just know I like it way more than I should.
Besides, I haven’t told Seth about him yet. I don’t even know how to bring him up, to be honest. Had Quinn not been the instigator of things last night, there’s no way they would have turned out the way they did.
As it is, I can’t believe I said yes to helping London with this dinner event. It must have been the margaritas talking because it’sbonkers.
I should not be working for my former best friend who has a way of making me feel like a confused, horny teenager.
“Do you bring a friend to all of your work meetings?” Tasia asks slowly blinking at me. “If so, I think we may have put our finger on the lack of client signups.”
Tasia has bright, metallic purple eyeshadow on today and lipstick that practically matches. Every time she blinks, I’m dazzled by the sparkle in it. It looks awesome with the purple sweater she’s sporting and a wave of self-consciousness washes over me. There’s no chance I could ever pull something like that off. Yet, somehow, she makes it seem like nothing less than that will do.
I glance down at my plain, blue button-up and black plaid slacks and shudder. I look like a third-grade teacher.
