It was then that I felt confident in saying he bought it because I’d mentioned it in Vegas sometime. Because he had to pause to pull off the safety seal before he used it.
I stood there struck momentarily silent as I watched the man roll up his damn sleeves all sluttily before finishing making my drink.
“You’re not having one?” I asked when he brought it back to me.
“I don’t drink that much coffee during my workday.”
“Did you put in a coffee bar for me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Because that would be kind of creepy.
“Of course not,” he said, making his way back toward his desk. “I have many guests who like coffee. The coffee syrups are for you, though.”
“Dude, come on,” I said, shaking my head at him. “You see how crazy that is, right?”
The stupid coffee smelled annoyingly divine. A tentative sip told me he’d made it perfectly, too.
“Why is that crazy? Of course I’d want you to have coffee the way you like it when you stop by.”
“Why would I stop by?”
To that, he waved a hand at me, a little smirk toying with his lips.
“That’s different!”
“Is it?”
God, I felt suddenly drained.
I dropped down in one of the guest seats.
“I’m here to get my annulment.”
“I see that,” he agreed, moving the folder to the edge of his desk.
“Come on, Harrison. I gave you a couple of days to really think about it.”
“You did,” he confirmed.
“And talk to your lawyers.”
“I had that conversation, yes.”
“They have to be pissed.”
“Well, I pay a hefty retainer,” he said, his smile a little boyish, “so they can’t really be pissed at me.”
“Concerned, then.”
“They were that.”
“Did you show them the paperwork?”
“I did not.”
“Why not? It would ease their minds.”
“I imagine it would.”
“I don’t want your money.”
