Page 29 of Trust Me

“Dare,” she says with a laugh. “Of course.” She narrows her eyes. “I dare you to call the last person you talked to on your phone and declare your undying love to them.” She folds her arms and cocks her head to the side. Like she’s finally got me.

I pull out my call and swipe to the call log. The last person I called was my assistant, Mike. He left for home earlier this morning.

I look her in the eyes as I press redial. Per usual, he answers before the third ring.

“Kyle, what’s up?” he asks, eager to please.

“Mike, did you get home safely?” I inquire, still watching Riley.

“Got in a couple of hours ago. Did you need something? Is it the Waterson deal? I didn’t think you had another meeting with him until tomorrow morning.”

“Everything’s fine. Hey, Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Riley bursts out into laughter but quickly covers her mouth.

“Oh-okay,” he draws out.

“No. I mean, I really love you and everything you do as my assistant. Your work doesn’t go overlooked.”

“Umm, that’s nice.”

“That’s all I wanted you to know. Talk to you when I’m headed home.”

He clears his throat and doesn’t say anything.

“Done,” I tell Riley as I disconnect the call. “Come harder next time, please.”

She waves her hand in the air. “It’s not fair when probably everyone in your phone is eating out of your hand.” There’s skepticism in her voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Please, how many people can you call right now who would fawn all over you? It’s what you types—” She breaks off. “Forget it.” She takes a shot, and I hate not knowing her complete thoughts.

While I shouldn’t want to, I do want to know more about this woman. I step closer.

“Truth or dare?”

She taps her chin.

“Dare.”

“Truth then.”

“What?” She shakes her head. “I said dare.”

“Fine, I dare you to tell me what the hell you were just about to say.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Neither is life,” I retort. “Out with it.”

“This is a sneaky way to get to the truth.”

I lift and lower a shoulder. “Tell me.” Somehow, her hand has ended up in mine. Even when she tries to tug it free, I don’t let it go. She’s like a damn magnet. “What did you mean by you types?”