“It will happen for you.”
I smiled at her and shrugged my shoulders. “It’s all about fun for me now. I’ve tried to find ‘it’ or ‘the one’and it hasn’t happened, so I officially give up. I want fun. Nothing complicated.”
The air conditioning in the museum was a godsend. “Shall we just stay here all day? We can be cool and cultured at the same time.”
“No doubt our very expensive restaurant will have A/C and we can get a cab. It’s too hot to walk.” Leah always looked perfectly beautiful, but even her glossy straight hair had the start of a frizz around it. I’d long since given up with mine. The humidity took the hint of a natural curl and turned me into Diana Ross.
“Ok, as long as I can day drink, I’ll let you take me to lunch.”
“I’m honored.”
“You should be.”
FOUR
Ethan
I scanned the restaurant but I couldn’t see her. Maybe my intel was wrong.
I’d felt cheated when I got back to the hotel. I was hoping to put my hard-on to good use and clear my head. But she’d cleared out. No number. No goodbye. You’d think she would have hung around to see if I was coming back. We’d had fucking phenomenal sex. I’d made her come five or six times.
I didn’t like it when things didn’t go my way, so I’d made a few discrete enquiries with the lobby staff, who I had hoped might have put her in a cab, but better than that, the concierge had booked lunch for her for later today. Anna was meant to be in this restaurant this lunchtime.
“So what’s the big news?” Andrew asked.
“What?”
“Why have you dragged me out to lunch?”
“Dragged you? You’re my bud.”
“I saw you last night, dude. I’m sick of you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Did you get laid?”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Dude. Come on. Did you?”
I grinned at him.
“Fuck you,” he said.
“That’s what I thought.”
I heard her laugh and looked up from my menu. Yes, it was her at the door. She was with her friend from the night before, the one that was seeing Armitage. She didn’t see me as she made her way behind the waitress to a table across the room from us. She looked different from last night. Somehow better than I remembered. Even though it had just been a few hours since I last saw her, the sight of her warmed something in me. I quickly looked back at my menu before I could see where she was seated. What the fuck was I doing? I was fucking stalking this girl. Suddenly I realized what a pathetic prick I was. “Let’s order,” I huffed and immediately caught the eye of a waitress who scurried over.
“So, you still haven’t told me what we’re doing here,” Andrew said.
“Shut up and order,” I barked. “I’ll have the rib eye, rare, with spinach. And a beer.” The waitress gave me the look. The look that said she’d go down on me right there if I asked her to. It calmed me. I grinned at her and she blushed. Not my type.
I slung my arm on the back of the booth and relaxed. On a quick scan of the restaurant I couldn’t see her. Maybe we could have lunch and I could get out without running into her. What was I thinking coming here?
“I spoke to Mandy about setting you up. I guess this is why we’re here.”
“Was she ok about it?” I liked Mandy; we’d been friendsa long time. I didn’t want to piss her off, but I really didn’t want to be fucking her friends again.
