“Clearly, we have a lot to catch up on.Let’s have dinner tomorrow night,” Whitney insisted.“It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve had some quality girl time.”
I smiled.“You’re on.”
Maybe a night out was just what I needed to get my mind off a certain tall, dark, and sexy businessman.But even as I hung up the phone, I knew the odds of walking into work Monday morning unaffected by Liam Powers was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Because whatever was happening between us wasn’t fading.It was temptation in a tailored suit, and resisting him was starting to feel impossible, even knowing that giving in might mean setting myself up for potential heartbreak.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Liam
When my goodfriend Henry texted me to join him for dinner and a night out, I didn’t hesitate.After the week I’d had—long hours at GalvaTech, pretending not to be distracted by Morgan every time she walked past my office, nearly kissing her in a moment I still couldn’t stop replaying in my mind—a couple of drinks in a loud nightclub sounded appealing.I needed something uncomplicated.Something that wasn’ther.
And then Henry suggested sushi for dinner.My thoughts went straight to Morgan.Of course they did.To the way her eyes lit up when she’d mentioned this little place that she loved that was two blocks from the office.
Which was exactly how Henry and I ended up walking intothatsushi restaurant on Saturday night.
The restaurant wasn’t large, and most of the seating was around a horseshoe-shaped counter that took up the center of the space.A conveyor belt ran the length of the counter, carrying plates of various types of sushi that customers could grab at will.Chefs worked behind the counter replenishing trays and clearing empty plates with practiced skill and speed.
“Damn,” Henry muttered beside me.“This place is slammed.”
It was.Every stool was filled and for a second, I thought we’d have to leave or wait a ridiculously long time for a table.
“There—two spots,” Henry said, pointing to the only empty seats at the counter.They were right at the start of the conveyor belt—prime real estate for the freshest plates.
We hurried over, and I pulled back the stool before sliding into place while Henry sat to my left.I didn’t think to look at who was on my right until I was already settled.
When I glanced that way I saw familiar dark hair.Pink glossy lips.Wide, startled green eyes already locked on mine.
Well, shit.
“Are you stalking me or something?”Morgan asked, lips pursed tight.
I almost laughed at the accusation.“Are you serious?”
She lifted a shoulder, striving for casual, but I didn’t miss the slight flush on her cheeks.“What am I supposed to think?Of all the restaurants in New York, you just happen to come into the one I’m at?”
“If I were stalking you, trust me, I’d be a hell of a lot smoother about it.”I scanned the conveyor, then glanced back at her with a grin meant to ease the tension between us.“Running into you was pure luck.Or terrible timing, depending on how you feel about me tonight.”
The corner of Morgan’s mouth twitched with a smile, exactly what I’d been aiming for.“Seriously, though, there must be hundreds of sushi places in the city.”
“Actually, there are approximately seven hundred forty-five of them,” a woman sitting on Morgan’s other side chimed in.
I recognized her from the night at the bar.She was the friend that checked in with Morgan before leaving.
I tipped my head curiously.“How do you know that?”
“Whitney is always sharing random facts,” Morgan said, reaching for a plate with a dragon roll.“It’s a whole thing with her.Never go up against her in a game of Trivial Pursuit.”
“Noted.”I snagged an Alaska roll for myself.“You told me about this place when I was setting up my office,” I reminded her.
“Oh, right,” she said, almost impishly.
“So, you two know each other?”Henry asked, his curious gaze bouncing between the two of us.
Morgan’s eyes cut toward me, a silent warning to keep my reply G-rated.
“Oh, yeah,” I drawled playfully.“We’re old friends.”
