Page 103 of Playing the Game
Just as that thought floats through my brain, she exits the elevator into my building’s lobby.
I excuse myself from the neighbor I’m talking to and rush to her. “Dorothy.”
She stops and glances my way. “Happy Monday, Hunter. How are you today?”
I want to tell her how awful I am, but nobody likes a sour mood. “I’m doing fine. Do you have a minute?”
“Um… What do you have in mind?” She peeks over at a man I can only assume is a bodyguard. Her gaze comes back to me.
Damn, I miss her.
I step closer to her so I can smell her perfume. A rush of desire flares in my chest.
“Do you have time to grab a cup of coffee? I’d like to talk to you about a couple of things.”
She presses her lips together, pauses, and then nods. “Sure, but I don’t have a lot of time. I need to run errands and don’t want to leave Jami for too long.”
Was she so upfront with Jamison about spending time with me when we were together?
Maybe I don’t want to know.
I motion to the complex restaurant. “In that case, we can stay here and grab one.”
She cinches her brows together. “Okay, but I only have a few minutes. And we stay in the open.”
I place my hand on her lower back and guide her into the restaurant’s lobby. She doesn’t resist, so I soak in how her hips sway as she walks. Touching her has my muscles loosen.
We get seated, and the man she was looking at stations himself near the opening. His head turns from side to side as he takes in all the surroundings. He seems to be doing his job well, so I relax.
Dorothy dives in. “What’s this about, Hunter?”
I move my utensils over and lean toward her. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”
“With what?” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“The last time I saw you, you were hugging Melanie goodbye. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yeah, I’m doing fine.”
“That doesn’t sound convincing.”
“I’m going to her place after our coffee...chat.” Dorothy’s cheeks grow pink.
Maybe she’s thinking about us being together.
“Why do you have that look about you?” I keep my eyes locked on her. I don’t want to miss it if she tries to hide something from me.
Her eyes narrow. “What look is that?”
“You turned that beautiful shade of crimson I love. Why?”
Her shoulders sag. “Because I almost said coffee date. I don’t want to mislead you.”
Not what I was hoping for.
My heart shrinks. “You’re not doing anything wrong, so relax.”
“Being here with you is wrong. It only confuses you, and it isn’t fair to Jami. Can we please chat so I can say goodbye to Melanie?”
