Page 92 of His White Moonlight
“Because you elbowed me instead of using your words.”
My eyes snapped open, and I glared at him.“Take me to dinner before I try strangling you and hurt my hands more than they already are.”
His gaze swept over my face, and I saw a hint of his frustration, but he moved aside instead of getting angry.
“Thank you,” I said.
Miranda was sitting at my desk when I strode out.I glared at her, knowing she’d heard it all and hadn’t done anything.Although it may have been a little ridiculous of me to expect her to.Likely, it would have gone against whatever Bennett had told her to do.
Her gaze bounced between me and Bennett as I passed her.
“Thank you for your help, Miranda,” Bennett said behind me.“The dress looks good.Mom will be happy.”
“Glad to help,” I heard her say.
Him, but not me, obviously.
But what did I expect?We both knew that was why she’d gotten the dress—to impress him.
Bennett followed me to the elevator and didn’t say anything until we were inside alone.
“You look really pretty,” he said.
“Gee, thanks.I’ve now achieved my purpose in life, looking pretty,” I said.
In the reflection of the polished metal, I saw him close his eyes and tip his head back.Why did seeing his exposed throat make me want to karate chop it so badly?
The doors opened, and more people got on.I was forced to move closer to Bennett as it grew more crowded.My pulse jumped each time his fingers brushed my skin, and I was ready to push my way out the doors the second it reached the lobby.
He held me back by snagging my collar.I glared at him.He scowled in return, and I realized I needed to calm down.
It’s just a casual touch.You’re overreacting.Allies, not enemies, Wrenly.You need allies.
I relaxed my jaw, then my tongue, setting it lightly against my teeth, and focused on each inhale and exhale as we made our way to the next elevator.
He touched you while buttoning your dress.It happens.That brush you felt was probably a stray piece of hair, not his lips.Your imagination is overactive because of last night’s paranoia.
Bennett watched me closely as we rode the elevator down to the parking garage with a few other employees.Those few minutes were what I needed, though.
By the time we reached our car, I’d talked myself into a more positive mood.
“Thank you,” I said as he opened the door for me.
“You’re welcome.”
His mask was back in place, probably because I’d given him whiplash with my fast mood swing.
“Did Mom talk to you about dinner tonight?”I asked once he was on the road.
“She did.”
“What are the chances they’re going to hear what I have to say?”
“I’d say very good.”
“Good.”
“Mom said you applied to several colleges already.Any in the city?”
