I lean back in my chair. “So, now, I’ve got to get myself out there and find a woman to knock me off my feet.”
“It’ll never happen,” he says easily.
I arch a brow. “Oh yeah?”
“You don’t trust anyone,” he replies. “And there’s a big difference between letting a woman into your bed and letting her into your heart.”
I scoff. “And when did you get so wise on love?”
He grins. “I watch chick films.”
I roll my eyes.
The elevator pings, cutting the moment short. The doors slide open and Wynter steps out. She looks . . . happy.
My mind instantly goes back to last night—the way that guy leaned over her, the way she looked flustered and breathless.
Maybe she’s been with him all day.
My jaw tightens.
“You wanted to talk?” she asks politely, glancing between us.
Dale pushes to his feet. “I was just leaving. Gotta go help my boss here find the perfect woman.” As he passes her, he pauses, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Great show last night, Wynter,” he says. “You really were the belle of the ball.”
She flushes instantly. Dale laughs and disappears into the elevator, leaving her standing there, embarrassed and unsure.
“Sit,” I order.
She drops into the chair without argument. I watch her for a second longer than necessary.
“How’s the head?” I ask.
“Terrible,” she mutters.
“That’s what happens when you drink Champagne like it’s water.”
“I said I’m sorry,” she replies quickly. “I’ll pay every penny back.”
“You can start tonight,” I say, my tone brisk.
She frowns. “Huh?”
“You’ll need a dress,” I continue. “Something appropriate. Something that actually covers you.” Her eyes widen slightly. “Be ready for eight.”
“For what?” she asks.
“I’ve got an event,” I say. “Normally I go alone, but this one requires a plus one.”
“And that’s . . . me?” she asks, uncertain.
“That’s you.”
She shakes her head instinctively, then seems to catch herself. “I’m not good in social situations,” she says. “I don’t think you’ve thought this through.”
“I’m out of time finding anyone else,” I lie smoothly. “You’ll have to do.”
There’s a flicker in her expression at that. “But—”