“I’m not eating that,” I said flatly, gesturing toward the tray like it had personally offended me.
Alex’s brow lifted just slightly, enough to show he noticed the resistance.
“I need to be at the office,” I added quickly, tugging at the hem of the dress like it could somehow hide my flustered nerves.
He tilted his head, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s Saturday.”
Damn it.
My mouth opened, grasping for a save. “I still need to be at the office,” I blurted, far too fast.
For a moment, he didn’t say a word. He just stared. That slow, lazy stare of his that could strip a lie down to its bones. His silence said it all—he knew I was full of it.
“Just have breakfast, Bella,” he said finally. “No one’s stopping you from going to the office afterward.”
Why is he not pani
