I furrowed my brow. “Wait, she needed a new work phone?”
Lexie nodded. “Yes, sir. She requisitioned it last week.”
“Huh. And why wasn’t I notified?”
She tilted her head. “Because we never notify you if someone needs a new piece of equipment?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Where is her phone pinging?”
“A restaurant, sir. Across town, actually.”
“A restaurant?”
She nodded. “That’s what I.T. and security both confirmed for me.”
I narrowed my eyes. “She ditched work to go out to eat. That’s what you’re telling me?”
She shrugged. “Looks like it.”
And only one thought crossed my mind as I dismissed my secretary with a wave of my hand.
She’s on a fucking date.
Which made me sicker to my stomach than I had already felt.
7
Rebecca
“Rebecca Loren?”
I turned at the sound of my name and found the man from the dating app standing behind me. Not the accountant, mind you. But ever since I upped my data plan and refused to connect my phone to the internet at work, I had the freedom to do as I wished.
So, I smiled as the man approached. “You must be Michael, then.”
He held out his hand. “You look even more beautiful in person. Thank you for taking the time out of your schedule to have dinner with me.”
I giggled as I shook his hand. “So formal. You’re welcome, though, nonetheless.”
He pulled me close as our hands connected. “A woman who uses ‘nonetheless’ properly in a sentence. I’m impressed.”
I winked. “Wait until you see what I have in store for the word ‘mononucleosis.’”
He linked my arm with his. “Ready to be seated? I made us reservations for five minutes ago, so we should be able to breeze on--.”
“Michael, party of two?” the hostess asked.
The man I was with nodded. “That’s us.”
The kind woman dressed in all black smiled. “If you’ll follow me, it’s right this way.”
Michael was not only kind with his words, but with his gestures. He pulled out my chair for me and helped me sit. He asked me my opinions on the wine menu before ordering us a bottle. We talked back and forth about the menu that apparently changed every Saturday evening, and he even had a few jokes about trying snails for the first time.
But something still didn’t feel right.
“So, you said you work as an accountant?”
His voice pulled me out of my mind. “Yes, I do. I work at--.”
