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The waiter smiled. “The gentleman didn’t wish to send his name. ”
Liz waved it aside. “That’s all right. I appreciate it, whoever he is. ” She took a sip.
“He did request that you join him in the VIP lounge instead. ”
Liz stopped with the glass at her lips and eyed the waiter suspiciously. “You’re serious?”
“Yes, if you’ll come with me,” he said, and began walking away.
Liz stared after him. Was he expecting her to actually follow him? She scurried forward more out of curiosity than anything. Her reporter sense was tingling and now she had to know the story. Who exactly was her mystery benefactor?
Chapter 4
AIRPLANES
Liz caught up to the waiter as he opened a side door that led to a flight of stairs. He held the door for her and allowed her to enter before him. They walked up the stairs and into one of the second-floor balconies that overlooked the patrons below.
The VIP lounge really wasn’t anything fancy. No different from the room below except more sparsely populated and with way more staff. Okay, so maybe the booths carpeted in a red velvet material were a bit newer and the black high-topped tables and chairs had more shine to them. It sure was nice to have a long horseshoe-shaped bar in the center of the room all to yourself, but none of it was all that extravagant.
This certainly wasn’t what she had been expecting VIP to look like. Where was the swanky furniture and crème-de-la-crème clientele? Apparently she had been watching too much TV lately. It wasn’t as if she had suddenly been transported to Los Angeles. This was still just Raleigh.
“Who am I supposed to be meeting?” Liz asked the waiter as she took a large drink of the whiskey sour he had brought for her. She couldn’t believe she was here right now. It wasn’t her style at all.
“The man is in the corner,” the waiter said, gesturing to the only full table.
“Which person?” Liz asked, her eyes scrutinizing the table.
“You can’t see him from here. He’s packed into the corner, but he’s expecting you,” the waiter said before disappearing into the stairwell.
“Thanks,” she mumbled, taking another sip to calm her nerves.
It was now or never. She took a deep breath and slowly walked across the room. She wanted to look calm and collected, as if guys in VIP lounges bought her drinks all the time. As she got closer, a blonde at the table glanced over her shoulder and snickered. Why did she look familiar?
Liz had always been good with details. Her high school boyfriend used to make fun of her for being able to remember every aspect of their relationship—every date they had been on, what shirt he was wearing, the exact date of their first kiss, first dance, and first time holding hands—the list went on. The skill had manifested at an early age, and it was damn good in journalism.
Crap. Liz knew where she had seen the woman before. That was Maxwell’s press secretary. Liz’s heart sped up…could this be related to her question for Brady? That didn’t seem to make sense to her. She was missing a piece of the puzzle. It couldn’t be from Brady himself…could it?
A number of heads turned to face her as she approached. She felt heat rise on the back of her neck.
“May we help you?” a short, stocky guy in a charcoal suit jacket asked her. He was more than pudgy, with caterpillar eyebrows and beady eyes that swept her body. He was like Trent, but with the authority and self-importance of a VIP.
“I was sent over here by a waiter,” she said. She held her whiskey sour up for their inspection.
“Did someone order a drink?” the guy asked, looking around the table with a knowing glint in his brown eyes. “Anybody?”
Two women in the corner buried their heads in their hands. The blonde looked amused, but said nothing. Now Liz was getting pissed off. Was this all a bad joke? Pick on a girl on the main floor…choose a likely victim? Was she being used for their amusement? She pursed her lips, feeling the edges pull down into a frown.
“Someone up here bought me a drink,” she said frostily. “I doubt it was you. So, if you could point me to the individual who has some semblance of class, I’ll be happy to get out of your way. ”
The man glared daggers at her. He didn’t seem the type to approve of a woman with a mouth, and she couldn’t seem to close hers when she got angry. Controlling her temper had never been one of her strong suits. He managed to stutter out a laugh before responding, “We have a feisty one here. ”
Liz rolled her eyes. She really didn’t have the patience for this. “Fine. I’ll take my drink and go then. ”
“Hold on a second, hon,” he said, reaching out and grabbing her arm.
Liz gave him a pointed look and he hastily withdrew his hand.
“It’s all fun and games. No need to get so irritated,” he grumbled.
