I laughed and shook my head. “You’re a piece of work,” I muttered as Spencer glanced past me and then back to wink at me.
“Am I interrupting?”
I looked up at Scott and he pulled his chair out to sit.
My instinct was to shake my head and let him know everything was fine. But I didn’t want Spencer to think he had the upper hand. So I simply raised my brow at the evil man with a tiny smirk and let him answer.
He grinned back and looked at Scott. “No. It’s nothing. I was just getting to know your friend here on a more personal level.”
“Really? Took me more than one evening to get to know her so I doubt you got very far.”
“Are you curious?” Spencer asked Scott, half looking at me.
Bluff.You’re bluffing and I’m going to call it.
“At the moment, I’m more curious as to why you had me called away from the table.” Scott glared at Spencer.
“What on Earth are you talking about?”
“Craig was on the phone. He had a bunch of nonsense to talk about. That call was to pull me away. And I want to know why.”
Scott looked at me before turning to Spencer. “Either way, I’ll find out from her.”
“Alright, I’ll tell you.” Spencer started, and I didn’t know if it was my imagination or if his eyes turned dark as they brushed past me and focused on Scott.
Heat blazed through me again and I touched Scott’s arm.
“There’s an account he’d like me to look into for you. He wanted my opinion without hurting your feelings. And he thought that I’d turn it down with you sitting here.” I swallowed.
Shit.And I was doing so well.
Scott’s jaw tightened in the slightest way as he watched me. He licked his lips before softening. “I’m very sorry if he made you uncomfortable.” He turned back to Spencer. “Of course, if there’s anything you wish to share with Isabel for her thoughts, I think that would be a great idea. I don’t mind it at all.”
Spencer turned to me. “Well?”
“I’ll think about it,” I practically bit.
“I’ll follow up,” he said joyfully, letting me know he was holding me to it.
“I’ll need at least two weeks to complete my research.”
“Done.”
Scott and I went up to our room in silence after dinner. I had thought we might go out on the town for a bit after but I was exhausted from the flight earlier and this meeting had taken a lot out of me.
What the hell kind of mess have I gotten myself into? And what was I doing to keep making it worse each freaking day?
I was ready to burst into tears for three days with all this emotional distress. It had to stop. I wasn’t going to make it these two weeks.
No way.
I heard the door close hard behind me when we entered the hotel room and flinched before turning.
Scott was glaring at me. “What was that really about?”
I shook my head. Unable to speak. Because I couldn’t lie anymore. I couldn’t do it.
“I don’t know if I ever told you this, Isabel, but you’re not a very good liar. I let you get away with a lot, but I need to know about this one. It’s important.”
