Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ana
I turned around quickly to find Desmond standing right behind my chair. For a long, frozen second, I just stood there in the middle of the restaurant and stared up at him. I truly thought he had driven back to the estate after dropping me off, so why exactly was he standing here inside the building now?
He stepped forward, closed the distance between us, and forcefully pulled my arm to drag me close against his side. "Is this the friend you said you wanted to meet tonight, Ana?" he demanded, his voice thick with irritation.
I looked straight into his dark eyes, refusing to let his anger intimidate me. "Was there ever a time during our drive that I explicitly said the friend I am going to meet tonight is a lady?"
Desmond ignored my question and snapped his
