9 CAMRYNI’m out with Sterling at the rooftop bar I suggested we meet at tonight. And though I try to ignore it, I can’t pretend the women ogling him don’t exist. He’s tall, deliciously attractive, and his commanding presence coupled with his British accent make him a magnet for women. That’s a fact.
I just didn’t expect it to bother me. I’m his matchmaker. He and I aren’t here on a date.
“Where are we going?”
“Out of here,” is all he says.
He grabs my hand, and as we pass, it’s impossible to ignore the group of girls giving me a death stare. His grip on my hand is tight, certain, as though he’s not planning to let go anytime soon.
When we stop on the street with cars and taxis zooming past, Sterling still hasn’t let go of my hand.
“Don’t let those girls bother you.” His tone is uncha
