‘What is it she’s up to on a Friday night that’s keeping her from you?’
I don’t like his insinuation, even though I know he’s just poking sore points. Trying to get a rise. But because the bastard seems to have no intention of giving up, I flip over my phone and pass it to him.
‘There’s a function tonight for E-Volve, speed dating, I believe. The press will be there, that sort of thing.’
‘Speed dating?’ he says without looking up from the screen.
‘It is a dating app she’s running. She’s not taking part.’ Obviously.
‘It’s at Parman & Co.’ Looking up once more, he slides my phone back across the table. ‘That’s near here.’
‘So?’
‘We should go.’ My brows pinch. ‘You’ll get to see your wife and I might even take part. Find myself a pretty little date.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous.’
‘What’s ridiculous about it? We don’t all have wives to warm our cold beds.’
‘So get a fucking electric blanket,’ I grumble, slipping my phone in my pocket. ‘Anyway, you’ve got to subscribe to the app to join the event. Preregister, I should imagine.’
‘Who says I haven’t joined?’ he answers, his expression inscrutable all of a sudden. ‘Besides, I’m sure you could put in a good word for me. You know, with the wife I’ve yet to meet.’
But he doesn’t need to meet her. I prefer to keep her for myself.
‘No.’
Besides, I can’t afford for him to meet her. Not now he knows about the business.
And she doesn’t.
‘What do you meanno?’
‘I should’ve thought that was clear enough, unless there’s something wrong with your hearing.’
‘Fine. Leave your wife at an event full of single men. Rapacious, randysingle men.’
‘She’s working,’ I growl.
‘But do they know that?’
‘You’re an utter bastard,’ I murmur, signalling for the cheque.
Chapter 39
OLIVIA
‘If at first you don’t succeed, get another drink and try another table. You’ll be amazed how much less you care,’ Mir declares, taking the note from the petite brunette in front of her before shooing her back into the room.
‘The men are the ones that move tables,’ I hiss. ‘How much prosecco have you had?’
‘A couple,’ she protests, glassy eyed. More like a couple of bottles than glasses. And to think I was the one with the nerves. ‘Give it to me,’ I demand, taking the folded card from Mir’s hand.
‘Where’s your favourite place to have sex,’ Heather reads aloud over my shoulder. ‘That’s not as bad as the last one.’
‘Except she said his answer wasin the bum.’ Mir sniggers, rolling her lips together to mute the sound.
‘Who the hell would spike the prompts?’ I wonder aloud. Because yes, some utter twat has added a few more prompts to our buckets. So far we’ve had this one, along with:
