SOLAYNE
Slowly, his eyes traveled down my body. I couldn't tell if he was admiring my look or it was his usual demeaning stare.
For once, I was short of words. Didn't have any retort to give.
"Are we going in or not?" His eyes finally met mine.
"Seven p.m." I inhaled deeply. "That was what I said."
He shrugged like he couldn't see a problem. "I was caught up with something."
"You're nearly two hours late, Marshall. Everyone's been waiting." My voice didn't have its usual bite. Guess he'd given me enough time to have a breakdown over him.
He held my stare for an unusually long time. With how gentle he looked, one would think he'd say something reasonable.
"So, is the dinner canceled or what?"
'It's not. I'm just saying you're an asshole,' I wanted to tell him, but I truly didn't h
