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“Even if that intern candidate is a liar?”
Ben cracks a small smile at that and my heart leaps. “There would still be a lot to explain.”
“Take me home with you, then.” It’s bold, but I’m feeling bold these days. I’ve already lost what I want most in life, there’s no reason to hold back.
He closes his eyes briefly and shakes his head, inhaling slowly and exhaling just as slowly. I’m buoyed by the thought that he’s just as flustered as I am, even if he hides it better.
“There’s a cafe across the street from the building with a red and white awning. Go over there and wait for me.”
My heart is now dancing in my chest. “What should I tell Cynthia?”
“Tell her you made it to the next round.”
I suck in a breath and try to stay calm as I nod and exit the office, closing the door softly behind me. He’s obviously not talking about the next round of interviews, so he must be talking about…
It’s all I can do not to dance down the hallway.
All I wanted was a chance to speak my heart to this man. To plead my case. And it looks like I'm going to get it.
Chapter Thirty
Victoria
Alittle bell jingles over the door as I enter the cafe.
“Good morning,” a woman’s voice rings out.
I look around the cozy space, filled with red and white booths and a long counter with low red stools. A gray-haired woman appears from behind a wall with a tray of white porcelain coffee cups her hand. “You can grab a table anywhere you like. I’ll be right over.”
I thank her and slide into a booth far away from the windows that face the high rise across the street.
“What can I get you?”
“Oh, I’ll just have coffee, please. Cream and sugar. Maybe food in a little bit, I’m meeting someone.”
The woman sets down her order pad and leans on the booth across from me, smiling conspiratorially. “Big interview? Business meeting?”
I blush and look down at my law intern disguise. “Kind of. I’m meeting Mr. Adams from?—”
“Oh, Bentley. Yes, I know him well. He gets his coffee here every morning. You don’t have anything to worry about, love. His bark is worse than his bite, which isn’t something you can say about all the partners over there.'' She trails off and gives me a look that lets me know she’s got all the good gossip.
“Thanks,” I say, not sure how much I should tell her.
“I’ll send him over when he gets here.”
Bentley Adams.
I had just assumed Ben was short for Benjamin, but now I’ve got a whole new set of questions to ponder.
I’m still mulling it over when the man in question slides into the booth across from me. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey.”
He smiles up at the woman as she sets down two coffees, one with a side of cream and sugar for me, and just a cup of black for Ben.
When she’s gone, I narrow my eyes at him. “You couldn’t touch me in your office, but you’re comfortable having a personal meeting with an intern candidate in the cafe across from the firm?”
Ben smiles and looks around. “This place is a time warp. Things that happen here don’t count.”
