He takes one solid step back. Clear distance.
“Adriana gave a talk at Oliver’s school,” he says, gesturing between us. “About the Empire State Building. She handed out her card in case anyone ever needed a private tour.”
“Oh, I don’t give my card to just anyone,” she says, sweet and sticky.
He frowns. “You don’t?”
“Huh-uh,” she sings, walking her fingers up his arm. “I do something for you. You do something for me. Dinner. Saturday. My place.”
Dinner?
And what the hell can I say? A lead weight sinks in my gut. I won't even be here on Saturday.
He rubs the back of his neck and glances at me.
Oh, my God. He’s seriously considering this.
Right in front of me?
Before he can answer, I step in and offer my hand. “Viviana.”
She ignores it completely.
“So, what do you say, Harrison?” she asks, already confident.
He shrugs.
“Sure. Why not.”
CHAPTER 40
Harrison
Why not?
I’ll tell you why not. Because there is no way on God’s green earth I’d ever go on a date with a woman whose skirt is roughly the size of a toilet paper square. If she bends over, I might go blind.
But with Pix jumping up and down, giddy like a toddler on caffeine, I have to. I could never deny Pix anything.
Even if it means a date with a human octopus.
She makes a slow, suggestive swirl of her tongue over her lips.
I scrub a hand on my face, horrified.
This is how it happens.
This is how I die.
Like a moth in a web, I get devoured.
Slowly. Torturously.
I'm pretty sure my balls become the first sacrifice.
When I called her to ask for VIP access so we could clear the top of the Empire State Building and let Pix enjoy it without a media circus beating down on her, it never once crossed my mind that it would turn into a hostage negotiation.
What a nightmare.
