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“It sucked. Yours?” he responded politely.
I decided not to push him. “Being a partner is a lot different from being a director. Nicole might not have known a lot about the PR business, but since she was a corporate attorney, some of this business stuff was a snap for her. But I really don’t want to bother her right now. I’m…struggling a little.”
I’d hesitated to admit any of my weaknesses to Dylan because it could end up being used as ammunition in the future.
I might be willing to share my food with him, but I still didn’t trust him.
He was silent as he took a few gulps of water. As he put the bottle down, he said, “I have a few business skills. I could probably help you.”
I nearly choked on a sip of my water.
A few business skills?
“I think your advisory fees would be a little too pricy for me,” I said lightly.
“Not at all,” he replied. “Right now, I’ll work for food since I’m getting bored with the same takeout places every night.”
I eyed him for any evidence that he was playing with me. Yes, I’d definitely do anything to pick his brain, but I had no idea whether or not he was sincere.
He was one of the best businessmen in the world, so it was hard to believe he was serious. After all, he didn’t like me, and he didn’t want me here. So why was he offering to help me?
“Do I get credit if the desserts come from the bakery? I’m not exactly Betty Crocker,” I said warily, trying to figure out what his game was right now.
He shrugged. “I’ll let you know as soon as you let me try that tiramisu.”
Dammit! His expression was so guarded that I still couldn’t figure him out.
I gave up and just asked. “Are you messing with me, Dylan, or are you really willing to answer some business questions for me?”
He looked up, and our gazes locked.
The dead look in those beautiful green eyes was gone, but that old saying about the eyes being the window to the soul didn’t apply to Dylan Lancaster.
That window was definitely nailed closed in his case, but I didn’t see any animosity.
“I’m willing if you are,” he said hoarsely. “And I was joking about the tiramisu. I’ll stop by your office tomorrow when I get home. Or I’ll come up after we’re done eating if it’s urgent.”
I shook my head. “It’s nothing that has to be done right now. Tomorrow is fine.”
“Good,” he answered. “Now tell me what’s on the menu for the rest of the week. I don’t think I’ve eaten this well in a long time.”
I looked at his plate and noticed that he’d already emptied it.
Judging by the way he’d devoured the food, I didn’t think he was messing with me about the fact that he’d enjoyed his dinner.
“Stir fry? Quiche? Mushroom chicken and rice? I have no idea what you like,” I told him.
I had to believe he was serious, but I was still handling this situation with some caution.
“They all sound good,” he said. “I don’t expect you to go out of your way. Whatever you normally make for yourself is fine.”
“There’s more spaghetti if you want it,” I offered.
“I’ll get it,” he said as he picked up his plate. “Finish your own food.”
I picked up my fork and started to eat, wondering if Dylan and I had just come to some kind of truce.
Or if it was just the beginning of some kind of twisted game for him.
As I started to eat, I was guessing I’d find out exactly what his real intentions were soon enough.
