Page 116 of The Heart You Kept

“Really?” Edward’s eyes meet mine. “I’d love to meet him.”

“Oh…you will.” I smile sweetly.

Fuck….

“Great. Let’s meet back in the bar at say six.”

What?

“Um…. Oh…. Well.” I feel my face turn a shade of fuchsia red flustered.

Edward rolls his lips to hide his smile, conceited ass. He knows I’m lying…. Damn it.

“Sounds great,” I lie.

“We’ll make a double date of it.” He gives me a playful wink.

Oh…so he is here to take Nel on a date. Of all the bastardly assholes on earth.

Suddenly single and he’s chasing fucking Nel.

“Awesome.” I smile through gritted teeth, and by awesome, I mean this is a fucking catastrophe. “Nice to meet you, Nel.” I shake her hand. “I look forward to working together.” I turn and walk back to the elevator at fast pace.

Fuck’s sake….

An hour later I’m pacing in my room.

What do I do…. What do I do?

I don’t want to cancel tonight and I don’t want him to have the upper hand. He thinks I was lying about having a lunch date…. And I was, but he doesn’t know that.

He can’t know that.

Here I am constantly daydreaming about all things Edward Prescott and trying to force a tiny bit of effort and here he is flying to Paris to spend time with Nel.

Oh god, I’m such an idiot.

He thinks it’s all about him…. I need to get the upper hand.

But how the hell do I do that?

I flop back onto the bed, now I’m going to have to go out and find a man in approximately… I look at my watch. Six hours. Which is impossible because you can’t find a decent man on earth in an entire lifetime. I don’t want some average Joe, I need an expert. Someone really fabulous.

Unless….

No.

Surely not.

I bite my lip as an idea rolls around in my head…. I mean, it could possibly work.

I pick up my phone and google:

Male escort Paris

My heart races as I wait for the results.

THOMAS STONE.