He chuckles. “I’ll give you the chance to figure that one out while we dance.”
I stare at the hand he’s offering me. “I don’t know. I kinda like my quiet little stool in the corner.”
“Oh, come on. You’re far too pretty to be sitting here all by yourself.”
I glance past the dancefloor and catch Ruslan’s back. Jessica, of course, is not far away from him. Her hand glides over the back of his coat before she loops it through his arm.
I’ve been sitting here for more than an hour and he hasn’t so much as glanced my way. Not even once. It really does feel like a “gotcha” moment. Here’s a beautiful red dress and a gorgeous pair of shoes, Emma. Now, come sit and watch while I tote around New York’s most obnoxious daddy’s girl while I ignore you completely.
Yeah, well—I don’t have to sit and w
