I let Arvel look after Maya and had a quick lunch before returning to work. He gave me a quick, discreet kiss, acting as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend. In a way, I liked that kind of treatment. In fact, I loved it. It was as if in the evening I would find him waiting for me for dinner, and then we would sleep together. It was almost like a fairy tale come true. However, I already knew what that night had in store for me, and it wasn't Arvel.
I didn't know what Roger wanted to talk to me about or whether he would be long, but I had thought about calling him for lunch in a hurry. I changed my mind when he sent me a message suggesting a new place for dinner. “I think you might like it here,” his message said, with a photo of the proposed place. It was the same place I had taken Arvel t
