Page 13 of One Sweet Lie
“Excuse me?” I said a little louder, gently tapping his shoulder. “Sir?”
“You must be new here,” he said without moving. “I come down here to be left alone, so leave before I have my security escort you out.”
“I’ll leave once you remove that stick up your ass and answer a simple question.”
His entire body stiffened, and he shut his book.
Then he slowly turned around to face me, and I bit my lip to prevent my jaw from dropping to the floor.
The man standing before me was too fucking sexy to be real.
His chiseled jawline was dotted with perfectly manicured stubble, and his sapphire eyes complemented his silk blue tie. His ink-black hair was cut low, and his full and defined lips were begging me to step forward and taste them.
He has to be a model or something…
“You were saying?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts. “What’s your ‘simple’ question?”
“Uh…” I felt my cheeks heating. “I have a question for you.”
“I heard you the first time.” He smiled a set of pearly whites. “I’m waiting to hear it.”
“Do you happen to know who lives in this building’s penthouse suite?”
“Yes,” he said. “Why do you need to know?”
“Well, I’m supposed to be there for something important soon, and I want to give myself a heads up before then.” I looked around. “Everyone is acting like he’s a weird, anonymous guy so I want to look him up.”
“I see.” His smile widened. “Isn’t thatcheating?”
“Only if he finds out.”
His dimples deepened, and I was pretty sure my panties would be soaked if I stared at this man any longer.
“Can you tell me who he is or not?” I asked.
His phone sounded, and he held it up to his ear.
“Yes?” he answered. “Yes, that will work for me.”
He looked me over before walking away, leaving my question unanswered.
“Thanks so much for all your help!” I yelled once he slipped into the hallway.
I had seven more minutes before I needed to return to the entrance, and I wasn’t ready to give up quite yet.
Stepping outside, I called Sasha again.
“Hello?” Her voice was faint. “Hello? Harlow?”
“Yes, it’s me! Can you hear me? I need you to?—”
The call dropped, and a flurry of texts hit my screen.
Sasha
Sorry! There’s terrible service in this cafe.
Good luck with your interview for the Sweet 16 Party today! The moment they taste your cupcakes, that job is 100% yours!