Page 61 of His White Moonlight
He smiled slightly and turned away to go back to his desk.
A little less annoyed, I sat at mine and got to work.The rest of the afternoon passed quickly.No one tried to bother Bennett, which meant that no one bothered me.
By the time his office door opened a few minutes after five, I’d finished analyzing another subsidiary’s expenses, which I sent to Bennett’s email.
“Ready to go?”he asked.
“Yep.”
I followed him out of the office and noticed more women were lingering at their desks than usual.He didn’t even look their way.But they weren’t watching him.They were watching me.
Shrugging it off, I continued to follow in his wake.
“Did you like the chocolate?”he asked once we were in the elevator alone.
“Yeah.It was pretty good.What kind was it?”
“It’s handmade from a shop downtown,” he said.“I’ll get some more.”
“Kay.”
“Do you have any plans tonight?”
I glanced at him, wondering if being a dick just came naturally.
“What do you think, Bennett?”
His jaw clenched briefly.
“Do you want to go out for dinner?”he asked after several seconds.
“Sure.Did you have somewhere in mind?”
“Depends.What types of foods do you like to eat?”
“What…didn’t the school instructors give Mom and Dad a rundown of everything on my plate for the last seven years?”
“I’m learning not to trust the information they provided.”
“They seriously tracked what I ate?Unbelievable.”I shook my head.
“Did you have a favorite food?”
Since he wasn’t angry and asking nicely, I thought about it for a second.“Honestly, I was too busy eating fast to pay attention to what was on my plate.The instructors probably noticed more than I did.”
“Didn’t they give you enough time to eat?”
“Lunch was free time, and I had other things to do.”
“Like what?”
I shrugged lazily.“Where’s my bed?”
“How does some brick oven pizza sound?”he asked, not even missing a beat.
“I’m willing,” I said indifferently.
The pepperoni pizza Mom had brought home a few days ago was the exception to the pizza I’d eaten over the years, not the norm.Whenever the school tried doing pizza, they always went for overly complicated chef creations.Rich people's food.What was wrong with pepperoni, mushrooms, and onions?
