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“Still,” Monique cut in, “it was free. ”
“If the guy wants to give me a free drink, he can come up and offer it to me himself. ”
The girls shrugged and returned to their conversation about spin media and how they thought it was going to affect the Maxwell congressional race. As interesting as the conversation was, Liz wished Hayden would come back. She grabbed her empty glass and tossed an ice cube into her mouth to suck on.
“Hey,” Trent said, extricating himself from the conversation and sliding into the open position Hayden had previously occupied.
Liz smiled at him halfheartedly. She had been expecting this.
He scooted over until his entire leg was pressed against hers. “That was some great work you did today,” he said, resting his arm on the back of the booth and leaning into her.
“Uh…thanks,” she said, moving over an inch or two to put distance between them.
He bridged the space immediately. “So…are you and Hayden…?” He trailed off.
“Are Hayden and I what?” she snapped. She was growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.
“You know…dating?” he asked her breasts.
“Do you date your coworkers?” she asked, diverting the conversation.
“I would if they were as pretty as you,” he said.
Liz frowned. “I don’t like to mix business and pleasure. ”
“So, then you’re not together?” Trent clearly wasn’t seeing that she was including him in the business category.
“No,” she told him reluctantly.
“You know,” he said, trailing his hand down her pencil skirt, “I find your attitude toward the Senator very attractive. ”
Liz stared down at his fingers on her skirt, and then brushed his hand aside. Why did he think he could touch her?
She tried to keep the anger out of her voice. “Did I have an attitude? I thought I was just doing my job. ”
He smirked, not even affected by the fact that she had moved his hand. And really, that look wasn’t attractive. He didn’t have the face for it. He should seriously reconsider his facial expressions.
“Whatever it was, I like it. ”
Liz grabbed her glass and tossed the last remaining ice cube into her mouth; anything to use as a distraction. He was still staring at her, waiting for her response, but she had none…except to tell him to get lost.
She glared at the empty glass. Why had she refused a free drink anyway? Another drink would be good right about now.
“So…are you interested in maybe…” he began, but she cut him off and stood abruptly.
“I think I’m going to go find Hayden,” she told him, placing the empty glass on the tiny table.
“I’ll go with you,” Trent offered quickly.
She placed her hand on his shoulder, keeping him from standing. “Really. I’m fine,” she said, then made a hasty exit.
Her feet carried her toward the center of the room, but there were too many people, and she decided better of it and began to walk around.
Just as she started skirting the crowd, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Expecting to see Trent following her with an irritating persistence, she reluctantly turned around.
“Ma’am,” the waiter said, dropping his hand apologetically.
It was the same waiter who had tried to give her the whiskey sour, and he was still carrying it. Yeah, she needed that. She reached out and took it off of his tray. “Sorry about hassling you earlier. Thanks for the drink. ”
