“How does she… never mind,” I said, sighing.
He had my number.
Of course he did.
He seemed to know everything about me. And I knew so little about him.
Maybe I should spend my afternoon figuring out as much as I could about the man I was now married to for the next few weeks or months.
Harrison went to the door, opening it for me. But we walked out as a pair. I wasn’t sure if he synced his step to mine or if I’d done mine to his subconsciously. Either way, we arrived at the group at the same time.
“Lila, Marcus, Ed, Elliot,” he greeted them, offering his hand to each.
“Harrison,” Marcus greeted.
His gaze cut toward me.
“Oh, of course. This is Layna,” Harrison said, his hand going to my lower back. “My wife.”
I didn’t know who was more shocked, his associates or me.
Because while I could see him talking to his subordinates about me, it felt crazy for him to introduce me to business partners. Especially knowing I was doing everything in my power to dissolve this absurd relationship.
The men’s gazes went to my face; the woman’s, to my hand.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, my voice tight. “I’ll… let you get to it,” I added, stepping out of Harrison’s hold.
“I’ll see you later,” Harrison said.
“Uh… yeah,” I replied as I moved into the elevator.
What the hell was that?
Before I could even wrap my head around it, though, I was walking through the lobby again, and my phone was dinging with my spa reservations.
“Mrs. Valentine?” a voice asked once I stepped outside.
I was really starting to dread people using my name. Each time someone did, it was a new situation that felt like it knocked the world off its axis.
“Yeah?” I asked, turning to see a man in a black suit standing near the curb.
“I’m John. Your driver.”
Of course he was.
CHAPTER TEN
I didn’t actually intend to go to the spa. But the second the driver got me into the backseat, he set off in that direction.
And, well, a massage didn’t sound horrible.
Especially if it was already set up.
“So, how does this work?” I asked John when he opened the door for me at the spa situated in an unassuming gray building with blacked-out windows and a suit-clad doorman.
“How does what work, Mrs. Valentine?”
“I’m supposed to meet with Harrison later.”
