“Okay,” she said, raising her arms to push Cam’s away as she backed off a step.“I don’t need security.”
“That asshole’s not coming here for lunch and this is the only place you’ll be safe without security.”
“I have to go into the office,” she said.“Allan wants to talk.”
“Allan?”
Roxie liked to know what was what and who was who.
“Her boss,” Zairn answered, typing into his phone.
Huh, should she be impressed or terrified that the billionaire knew so much about her?
“What does he want?”Cam asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll come with you,” Roxie said.“Then we can go meet Mason together.”
“No.”
“I won’t embarrass you,” Roxie stated.“I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“Your best behavior could embarrass her.”
“No one asked you, Skippy.”
“No, you won’t come to lunch with me,” Ariella said.“Because I’m not going to lunch with Mason.”Cam’s gaze levelled hers.“Why would I have lunch with him?What could he possibly say that I’d want to hear?”
“Maybe he wants you back,” Honey hazarded.
“Ha, now that is a joke,” Roxie said, then checked.“It’s a joke, right?You wouldn’t leave Cam for that asshole, would you?”
Tripp posed another possibility.“Could be he’s not an asshole.”
“Cam said he’s an asshole.”
Tripp tipped his head.“He’s also the guy’s competition, so not the most impartial.”
“No one is anyone’s competition,” Ariella said, holding her hands up, phone locked to her palm by her thumb.“How does the security thing work?”
“Let them do their jobs.”
That wasn’t too helpful, Knox.
“They’ll work around you,” Roxie explained.“You just go about your business without trying to shake them.Where else do you have to go today?”
“I don’t know.Work.Brooker then probably back here.”
“Oh, then that’s easy.There’s a car outside.”
“For me?”
“For anyone,” Roxie said.“We have access to a fleet.No one will be stranded.Except maybe my Casanova.”
“You told me to go,” Zairn said without lifting his concentration from his phone.“I wasn’t going anywhere and you—”
“Go back to New York,” Roxie said.“We’ve got this covered.”
