There were four words on the lock screen: "Don't stand me up."
Just four words.
Olivier's eyebrow twitched. He took Fleur's hand and used her fingerprint to unlock the phone.
Even her hand carried a floral feminine fragrance.
Olivier moved her hand away and quickly opened up their text messages.
"Mr Muller, I'm busy right now. We'll have dinner next time."
"How do I keep being interested in you if you stand me up all the time?"
"Then don't be interested in me for the time being. You can do so later."
Simon had replied ten minutes later: "I will be waiting for you in a room at your club tonight. Be there on time."
The most recent one was from him, too, "Don't stand me up."
Fleur was the one who first texted, which meant she started this.
The back of Olivier's hand stiffened in an
