Elliot
”Elliot?”
I turned to my personal assistant, the smile sliding from my lips as I caught sight of his face. Usually Barry had a smile on his face, even when he was stressed he still wore his signature grin. It was kind of his thing. But not tonight.
Tonight he looked mad as hell.
“Excuse me.” I nodded to the older couple I had been chatting to and took his arm, propelling him away from the chatting , laughing, drinking group. “What’s wrong? Is it Riley?” My eyes searched his face. I had been dying to see her. To find out whether she was here but every time I had tried to sneak off to go in search of her , someone else had jumped in front of me. Demanding my attention. “Is she not coming?”
What would I do if she didn’t come? I hadn’t exactly been Mr forthcoming with her. Apa
