I absentmindedly spun my empty cocktail glass. The bartender exchanged my empty glass for a full cocktail, and this one seemed stronger than the last; I could smell the alcohol even before taking a sip.
Someone took the seat on the barstool beside mine, and without looking, I could tell it was Dorian. A bitter smile played on my lips; sensing his presence had become almost second nature.
"Alex is still with Mr. Anderson. Thought I'd check on you," he said.
"You didn't have to," I replied unexpectedly and sneaked a glance at Dorian's expression.
"It's an important meeting. You should have stayed with them," I corrected, skillfully twisting the truth.
"I've been wanting to talk to you."
Busy with my cocktail, I avoided turning toward him. My body resisted being close to him; even simpl
