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“It’s on the sixth floor. Is that good enough?” Now she sounded annoyed. I was kind of on her side.
“Sure, sure. Can you send up a bottle of champagne and two glasses, please.”
Hold-up.I raised my finger. “I don’t drink.”
Alastair blinked, staring at me in confusion. But he recovered. “Hold on. Never mind. What about some chocolates?”
He raised his eyebrows at me, and I gave him a thumbs-up. Okay, now I was definitely on board.
“Of course, Alastair. Would you like a bouquet of flowers?” The question was dripping with sarcasm, but Alastair raised his eyebrows at me.
I gave him an incredulous, disappointed look, and he frowned.
“No, that’s it. We’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
“It’ll be ready for you. Enjoy.”
“Thanks, Delphi. You’re the best,” Alastair said, but she’d already ended the call.
He tapped the screen with his thumb and lowered his phone.
“You don’t drink?” he said.
“I’m not sure why that’s so surprising.”
“Well…the Sazerac… You sounded so sure. I assumed you’d had one.”
“Well, I work there, so I know all the good cocktails without having to sample any. Sorry to disappoint you?”
“Fuck, Toby. I’m not disappointed. I have all respect for people who don’t drink, as long as they don’t stop me from doing it.”
“No worries there. You obviously enjoyed the Sazerac, since you had three.”
“You kept count?” He smiled.
“Maybe. It was fun seeing you get tipsier as the evening went on.”
Alastair ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his coat tighter, looking shy and adorable,the slick bastard.
“Kiss me,” I said. I don’t know why that came out. It was supposed to be in my head. But we were standing on the sidewalk waiting for the Uber, and I guess I panicked.
But it worked out, because Alastair tugged on my coat sleeve and pulled me close, finding my lips with his as if he’d only been waiting for permission. And I got the whole butterflies in my stomach thing and the jolt of lightning as our mouths connected—and the kiss got deeper and more urgent before either of us could stop it.
A car horn honked.
“Shit,” Alastair muttered and pulled away, turning his head. “That’s our Uber.”
I stared at him, wondering what he’d done with my brain.
“Toby?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Five
High Society
