“It’s also required for you to bring a plus-one.”
I sit up a little taller in my seat, and the pen in Rome’s hand stops wiggling.
“Perfect,” Noah chimes. “You two can work on fixing your reputations.”
Gia purses her lips. “It’s only required for the drivers to bring a plus-one, but–”
“I’m bringing one too,” I blurt.
A laugh shoots out of Beck’s mouth. “Like who?”
I turn my nose up at my brother. “None of your business.”
Noah attempts to hide a smile. “Vinny will be there. Maybe you can take him.”
The pen clatters on the table. Rome’s eyebrows draw together. “No.”
Van’s phone goes off, interrupting the tense moment. His eyebrows furrow after looking at the screen. “I have to take this.”
“The meeting is basically done. I’ll send the rest of the details via email,” Gia says.
My brother can't escape fast enough. Beck’s chair is still spinning by the time he darts from the door, leaving me and Rome to walk out together.
It’s not as if we’re not going to the same wing of headquarters, but even after spending so much time with him over the last few days during test set-ups, sim work, and refining lines, being alone with him makes the skin of my chest itch.
I try to slow my steps to lag behind, but he notices and does the same.
Then I try to speed-walk, which only results in him chuckling from beside me.
I glare up at him, and he’s showing off his famous smirk, the one that makes his icy-blue eyes seem a little less intimidating.
“So, who are you taking as your plus-one?” he asks. “You got someone in Spain lined up? Or are you bringing someone?”
I eye him closely. “Why do you care?”
His hands disappear into his pockets after hitting the button for the elevator. “I don’t. Just curious.”
I refuse to ask who he’s bringing, because I’d rather jump from this balcony than have him think I care.
“You’re just going to have to wait and see,” I say, smiling.
He angles his head and squints. “You don’t have a plus-one, do you?”
I laugh and play off my nervousness. “Of course I do. I have a long line of men I can choose from. I’m just trying to remember which one has the biggest dick.”
A tight-lipped smile carves into Rome’s tense jaw, but he recovers quickly when the elevator door opens up. Neither one of us steps forward.
I’m not sure I can stand to be in that tiny space with him again with the remnants of the last time we were in an elevator together in my head.
“Go ahead.” He holds the door. “I think it’s best if I get the next one.”
I’m wary but slide past him into the empty space. I reach forward to hit the button, and he removes his hand. Our eyes meet in the middle, and he grins. “Wouldn’t want to have a repeat now, would we?”
I suck in my cheeks, knowing the pink color is likely giving me away.
He raises a brow.
The door shuts, and I exhale in relief.
