That kiss had been playing on repeat in his mind, driving him mad, making him want things he’d never in a billion years admit out loud. He’d been certain she’d wantto forget all about it. The last thing he expected was for her to bring it up, especially with an apology.
“You did nothing wrong,” he said curtly. “No apology needed.”
She shuffled her feet awkwardly. “Well, your face was splashed all over social media with a host of wildly untrue headlines, so I figured the least I could do was say sorry.”
Was it? He wouldn’t even know. But she was looking at him with the kind of worry that told him she’d lost sleep over this. For some reason, the thought of her losing sleep stressing over him made his gut twist.
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t have any social media accounts. They can say whatever they want about me.”
Her perfectly shaped brows shot up. “You’re not online?”
“No.”
“Like not even a ghost account to scroll stupid videos?” She seemed truly shocked.
“People do that?” He buried his hands inside his pockets. “Look, I don’t need or care about any of that shit. Far as I can tell, it makes people lose time they could be spending doing something else.”
“Well, some of us need it for our careers, you know.”
“Didn’t people run their careers fine before all that?”
She snorted. “You sound so old.”
“I am old.” At least his thirty-eight years felt old most days. Especially around her. “Old and not in the mood to waste my freedom on a bunch of trolls who think they can say any shit they want just because no one can see them.”
She gave him the weirdest look, as if he was standing there naked and reciting Shakespeare sonnets.
“You ready to go?” He gestured to the door.
Seconds ticked by as she stood there, long enough for things to get awkward. He wasn’t used to a quiet Vanessa,and it was hard not to stare at her in the silence. Christ, she really was pretty.
“Do you think I’m a snob?” she asked out of nowhere.
“Absolutely. Now come on, let’s go.” He waved toward the door.
Her gaze shot to his, heated but also vulnerable. “Seriously, tell me the truth. You always do.” She looked him dead in the eye. “Do you really think I’m a snob?”
He sighed heavily, not sure where she was going with this. “I did tell you the truth. You’re the biggest snob I know. One hundred and ten percent.”
She gasped. “I am not.”
“You think the world revolves around you.”
“I do not!”
“You think rules don’t apply to you. You waltz into Silk like you own the place.”
“They let me.”
“You refuse to take a cab.”
“It’s safer to call Anderson.”
“When’s the last time you shopped at a big chain store?”
“I don’t shop at those for ethical reasons.”
“You’re a piece of work.”
