Page 35 of The Diávolos: Part One
“The people we love never truly leave us when they pass. There are things in here,” he points to my temple, “and here,” he points to my heart, “that death can’t take away from you. As long as you have memories and love, you have never truly lost.”
He looks at me through soft eyes, and my heart skips a beat. No one has ever spoken to me this way about the grief I’ve felt and still feel over my mother’s death. I can’t help but be thankful for him at this moment.
“Thank you…for telling me that,” is the only thing I manage to say.
He grabs my hand and squeezes it. Some moments don’t need words, and right now, I don’t mind the silence.
He lets go of me a few seconds later. “You’re coming to work with me today.”
“Is it ‘bring your daughter to work’ day?” I tease.
He laughs. “I realize how that might have sounded, but no. I’m not ready to let you go, and I have to work, so you’re tagging along.”
I don’t know what his intentions are, I truly don’t understand how I even feel, but the thought of spending the day with him sounds extremely appealing.
“Sure. I have nowhere else to be.” I shrug.Keep it casual, Angie.
“Good. Let’s go then. Dion will be waiting for me at the office.”
“What do you do there all day, anyway?” I ask, taking another opportunity to pry about his work. This time, he gives me more of an answer.
“Well, if you must know, I go over my day with Dion. He tells me when and where my meetings are, I head down to the club and check how things are going with the manager, I meet with my bookkeeper to make sure that finances are in check… Am I boring you, yet?” He winks, and I roll my eyes again in response.
“So, Dion is basically a glorified personal assistant,” I say, trying to suppress a laugh.
Evan snickers, seemingly surprising himself. “I guess you could call him that, but never say it to his face. Actually, please do. I want to see his reaction.”
I briefly met Dion at the club yesterday. If I remember correctly, Aria left with him. There was another man with him I didn’t get the chance to talk to, because Evan hauled me off the dance floor quicker than lightning.
I wonder if Dion might know what’s going on with her. If he did something to her, I’m going to kill him.
“You just got an angry look on your face. Please tell me you’re not planning on hurting anyone?” Evan asks.
“I might.” I give him a big smile.
After we’ve finished our coffees and taken our dirty dishes up to the bar for Anna, we head out.
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We walkthe short distance to his car, and he opens the passenger side door to let me in. I don’t know what to make of him inviting me to his office, but I'm looking forward to seeing him in his element.
Flashbacks flicker through my mind of what happened after the club last night. I’m reminded of the way Evan’s hand slid up my skirt and expertly touched my throbbing center, teasing me just the right amount and riding me to a climax. I slightly sink in my seat, my cheeks flushing as I think about how I threw myself at him.Embarrassing is an understatement.
“What are you thinking about? Evan asks, sounding intrigued.
He doesn’t turn his gaze away from the road. His posture is relaxed, his left arm resting on the side of the door, hand on the steering wheel, his other on the gear stick. I want to touch it, hold it. I take a long time to respond, but he doesn’t rush me.
“Don’t be embarrassed about last night,” he says.
I’m surprised he figured out what exactly was on my mind. Then again, he knows everything apparently.
“How did you know that’s what I was thinking about?”
“I can see it in your face, and you’re literally shrinking in your seat,” he notes, amused.
I am mortified and this is not helping.At all. I cover my face with my hands and shake my head. Evan laughs.
I glare at him. “I’m glad my humiliation is amusing to you.”
