I should’ve gone home when Ethan did.
But I didn’t.
Maybe it was the champagne. Maybe it was the way he ignored me all evening, flirting with some blonde from his father’s company like I didn’t exist. Or maybe it was the heat in Mr. Reed’s eyes whenever he looked at me.
Whatever the reason, I stayed. Alone. Dressed in a clingy silk dress that clung tighter with every breath, in heels that had started to ache hours ago, while Ethan sent me a curt “I’ll text you” and disappeared into the night.
And then… he walked over.
“Leah,” Mr. Reed said smoothly, his voice low and composed like always. “You shouldn’t be standing alone. A beautiful woman like you deserves better company.”
I smiled, the kind of smile you give a man you shouldn’t trust. “Guess I’m just bad at picking it.”
He raised
