Fuck.
Morgan hesitated, but Whitney beamed at Henry.“That sounds like so much fun!”
“I don’t know,” Morgan said more hesitantly, glancing at her friend.“I thought this was supposed to be a girls’ night.”
“Yeah, but dancing and drinks and letting loose?That’s exactly what I need to destress,” Whitney said, while simultaneously batting her lashes and pouting.“Let’s go, please?”
Morgan sighed, then glanced back at us.“Okay, sure, so long as we’re not imposing.”
“Not at all,” Henry replied, his gaze on Whitney.“Right, Liam?”
Saying no wasn’t an option, not without looking like an asshole, and the last thing I needed was to draw more attention to whatever was happening between us.
“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile that felt tighter than I wanted it to.“The more, the merrier.”
Henry shot me a satisfied look, completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just thrown fuel on a fire I was barely managing to contain, despite my friend zone pact with Morgan.
I slid my hands into the pockets of my jacket, resigned to spending the night with the one woman who tested my self-control, and was completely off limits.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Morgan
Iwasn’t thetype to party every weekend, but I was usually up for a good time whenever my closest friends suggested it.Tonight though, I had serious doubts about whether or not this was a good idea.
I was reluctant to accept Henry’s invitation, but Whitney seemed excited about the idea, and I didn’t want to let her down.I wasn’t sure if she wanted to go because she liked Henry or if she was just eager to let loose a little.She had a serious and tiring job as a physical therapist at a hospital, so I knew that she preferred to enjoy her weekends as much as possible.
Whitney had driven us to the sushi restaurant, so she also drove to the club, following Liam’s car so we’d end up at the same place.Traffic was heavy, typical of a New York Saturday night, and it took us about thirty minutes to get there, even though we were only traveling a few miles.
“So, are you mad that I accepted the invitation?”Whitney asked while we were in the car.
“No,” I assured her, keeping my true feelings about it to myself.“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise.”
Whitney glanced at me quickly before looking back at the road.“It’s just that despite everything, there still seems to be something between you and Liam.”
I couldn’t deny her observation, but I wasn’t about to admit it out loud, either.
Whitney drummed her fingers on the steering wheel.“When I agreed to go to the club, I was kind of swept up in Henry’s flirty personality, and I wasn’t really thinking about your situation with Liam.We can go somewhere else if you’d like.”
I placed a hand on her arm and squeezed.“It’s fine, really.”
She shot me a sideways look.“How are things going between you two at the office?”
Since we’d sat with Liam and Henry at the sushi restaurant, we hadn’t had the chance for any kind of private conversation, or to discuss my working relationship with Liam.“Well, we almost kissed on Thursday afternoon.”
Her eyes widened as she pulled into the parking lot behind the men.“Well, that’s…something.What happened?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I said quickly.“We were interrupted.”
She grinned at me.“But will it happen again?”
I shook my head vehemently as Whitney parked her car across from Henry and Liam, and we watched them exit their vehicle.“No.”The conviction in my voice might have been more for me than her.
Whitney tipped her head curiously.“Because you don’t want it to, or because it’s a bad idea?”
I groaned.“You always ask the hard questions.”
“That’s what friends are for.So, what’s your answer?”
