Vincent was all cool and collected, casting a glance at Dorothy. "Didn't you say this meal was on you?"
Dorothy shrank, feeling sheepish about her hastiness.
Wait, Maggie had already set her up, so why was he still annoyed?
Picking up her purse, she nodded gracefully. "Darling, I'm off to touch up my makeup. Meet you at the restaurant entrance in a bit."
As she scurried away, a smile unexpectedly played on Vincent's lips.
He returned to his car to wait for her, but Dorothy never showed. Just as he was about to head into the restaurant to look for her, his phone buzzed.
Dorothy: Got you good, haha! I'm going back to the office.
Vincent gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles tensing like stone.
'Dare to fool me? She's really pushing her luck.'
A smirk curled his lips, a glint of mischie
