Thomas says something, but I can’t hear him over the crowd. “I beg your pardon?” I can’t hear you,” I tell him.
He leans in and puts his arm around me at my waist, pulling me closer so I can hear him.
“I said… do you want to go and grab a coffee sometime next week.”
Oh.
“Like, on a date?” I ask, surprised.
He chuckles and pulls me closer to kiss my cheek. “Of course, on a date. What do you think?” I look up across the room, my eyes landing straight on the cold, hard glare of Julian Masters.
I immediately stiffen.
What the f**k?
He's standing with a group of six men, all around his age, good-looking, and each one wearing an expensive suit.
I smile awkwardly and drop my head. It’s then that I notice that Thomas still has his arm around me.
Holy f*****g s**t.
I look back up and Jul
