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“I’m taking you to dinner. Olivia gave me your phone number and address and told me you don’t have plans for tonight. So, you’re having dinner with me.”
“We had sex one time, Charlie. Why do you insist on making this weird?”
“Three times, Marley, and I like weird.” The corners of his mouth curved upward. “I’ll pick you up at seven.” He walked away.
“Wait!” I shouted.
“I’ll see you at seven.” He kept walking.
“What the hell did you do?” I walked over to Olivia, who was eating a piece of cake, and grabbed her arm.
“This cake is so good. And what are you talking about?”
“You gave Charlie our address and my phone number?” I asked, cocking my head.
“Oh, yeah. I did. You can thank me later.” She grinned.
“I don’t want to go out with him tonight, Olivia.”
“Yes, you do, Marley. If anyone is making things weird here, it’s you.” She pointed her fork at me. “What’s the big deal? Charlie McBillionaire wants to take you out. Go and have fun.”
“Will you stop calling him that?”
“No.” She tapped my nose.
Chapter Nine
Charlie
The only good thing about this day was getting Marley’s phone number and address so I could take her out. The deal between my company and Derek Lake still hadn’t been closed, but after faking my happiness at his daughter’s party, I was sure it would only be a matter of time.
After showering and dressing, I dabbed on some cologne and headed down to where the car service was waiting for me since my driver, Mateo, didn’t work weekends.
Marley’s apartment was right around the block from mine. Taking the elevator up, I knocked on the door.
“Oh, hello.” Penelope smiled. “Come on in.”
“Hi, Penelope. Olivia.” I nodded as I saw her sitting on the couch.
As I stood there waiting for Marley, Olivia walked over.
“How did you enjoy the birthday party today?” she asked.
“It was nice if you like a bunch of little girls running around screaming at the top of their lungs. Kids aren’t my scene.”
“Right? Mine either. I still have a headache,” Olivia said.
My breath hitched when Marley entered the living room, looking as beautiful as ever.
“Hi.” I smiled, tucking my hand in my pants pocket.
“Hi. I’m ready to go.”
I placed my hand on the small of her back as we left the apartment.
“Nice car.” She smiled, climbing into the back seat.
“This isn’t my regular car. My driver has the weekends off.”
