Page 13 of Dance with the Devil
“The two of you are close?”
I nod as I take another sip of beer. The food is steaming, so I know it’s probably too hot to eat immediately.
“She’s like a sister. I’m an only child,” I explain. “Ari and I have been friends for most of our lives. We actually lived together after my fiancé—” I clamp my mouth shut, realizing I’ve said too much.
Dr. Kincaid’s eyebrows shoot up. “Fiancé?”
Fuck.
“Ex-fiancé,” I explain, grabbing the chopsticks and shoveling a massive amount of chow mein into my mouth so I don’t have to elaborate.
“Ah. I see.”
I finish chewing a minute later, and we eat in near silence after that, despite me wanting to ask about a potential significant other. I mean, he looks likethat.There’s no way he doesn’t date or have women lined up around-the-clock.
The food is delicious. Greasy but not too overwhelming. Seasoned but not too salty. It’s the best damn chow mein I’ve ever had.
After finishing my second beer, Doctor Devil doesn’t offer to get me another one, which is a good thing. When he runs to the bathroom after finishing his food, I send a quick text to Ari.
This is MOST DEFINITELY not a date, FYI.
She responds almost immediately.
Ari
Mmmhmm. Whatever you say. How’s the room, by the way?
Shit.
There was a mix-up with the reservation so we’re sharing a suite. And just so we’re clear, it’s the presidential suite. You could fit my entire house in the bedroom alone—which I’m occupying ALONE. He’s sleeping in a cot in the other room.
Ari
…
WHAT?
Ari
Nothing.
Tell me.
Ari
Hot, grumpy millionaire doctor. One room. Seemingly endless amounts of alcohol. Single, hot younger woman. Lots of… tension…
Shut up.
Ari
Keep me updated! That’s all I’m saying. Every. Detail.
I hate you.
Ari
All I heard was ‘hate sex.’
