Page 10 of Crave
I hung my purse over my shoulder and swiped my iPad off the counter. “No. It’s late, and I have dinner plans for tonight.”
Eden raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Preferably with a hot guy who’s worthy of having you.”
I was happy that my smile was genuine. Her compliment had not escaped my attention.
“She’s a Christmas, babe. They have private chefs and shit, I’m sure,” Dale said before I could respond to Eden.
“You have a private chef?” Eden asked.
Do not look at him.
“Not this time. But”—I clapped my hands, signaling I was bringing all communication to a halt—“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I thumbed over my shoulder. “And I’ll find my way out.”
“I’ll escort our guest,” Dale said.
“Nope,” I insisted. “No escorting necessary. Good night.” I turned my back on them and got the hell out of there. I was certain that Eden was baffled about why I’d turned down her lemon of a boyfriend’s offer to walk me to the car. Apparently, she had no idea what he was capable of, or she would never have so genially offered his services.
When I made it to my car and turned on my engine, which caused the garage door to slide up, I was only thinking one thing.God, I hate that he’s seen me naked.
