When I got back, my hand was shivering as they hovered over the door to knock. I take a deep breath and knocked.
He opened the door himself, shirt sleeves rolled up, looking effortlessly handsome. Sick bastard. "Irene. Come in."
I brushed past. "Make it quick."
He guided me to a table, food laid out. "Eat. Talk."
"Are you going to poison me?"
He chuckled darkly. "Trust me, if I wanted to killed you, it wouldn't be poison."
I glared and sat stiffly. "What's the real game? Why me?"
"You're special," he said, serving himself. "Potential. And... intriguing."
I grabbed a wine and downed the whole glass. "So, what part did you fuck that night? The one with potential or intrigue?"
Was I drunk already?
He paused, spoon of spaghetti hovering in the air. "I fucked the sexy and breathtaking Irene Harvey."
I swallowed, watching as he proceeded serving my plate.
