He finished off his glass. “They need an answer, Charlotte.”
“There’s been a lot going on.”
“You have until the end of tomorrow.”
I snapped a quick glance at Henry, who was laughing at someone’s funny quip.
A man like that was usually inaccessible.
If this was how my future fell, then giving up the opportunity to run Pendulum might be a mistake—more specifically, giving up that kind of salary.
A job also waited for me in Beverly Hills at that high-class office. They offered pro bono work. There’d be a lot of good I could do.
Why did these kinds of offers all come at once?
De Sade’s cologne wafted over me, alpha pheromones promising to subdue.
I was just left wanting one man.
The same man who was easing his bowtie away from his neck. Henry had once spent time in a totally different kind of uniform.
I hated myself for wanting him. How could I have let this happen? Fallen for a man I hardly knew?
I’d literally told him to bring Reese instead of me. From here, he didn’t appear to be suffering from the suggestion.
“Why are you at the bar?” De Sade glanced at Henry’s table. “What happened? You guys ended it?”
“It’s complicated.”
He frowned. “I saw you were added to our table.”
“Yes.”
“Come on, I’ll bring your bottle.”
We both noticed Cameron strolling toward us with that familiar masterful stride.
“Here comes God,” muttered de Sade.
“Jake,” said Cameron, acknowledging him before facing me. “Come with me.”
“Where am I being shuffled off to now?” I said. “A cupboard?”
Cameron chuckled. “I’m asking you to dance.”
“Oh.” I slid off the barstool. “Well, in that case.”
“By all means,” said de Sade. “Steal my girl.”
I picked up my purse and set it down on a nearby table.
Cameron took my arm and led me to the dance floor. “Stunning as always.”
Having his approval had always been something I needed.
“You’re gorgeous,” I replied, returning the compliment.
Cameron dazzled in anything, really.