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“The what?” I say.
“He’s not really one for decadence.”
“Ghostbusters is decadent?” Scarlett asks Ryder, but she gives me a curious look.
The mood is ruined and I’m not sure if I should be thanking my erstwhile brother or beating him up.
Ryder holds her hand until he catches my glare, then holds it a little longer, just to piss me off. Which is working.
“If it doesn’t make him money or build a better business,” Ryder says, “or streamline his life into even more efficiency, if possible, then it’s decadent. Actually, are you sure you’re not secretly German?”
“What are you on about?” I check my watch and it’s really time for me to get out of here.
Ryder shrugs. “They’re known for their efficiency and—”
“I’m not sure if that’s racist or just a jackass kinda generalization that comes out of your mouth,” I say. Then I turn to Scarlett, who’s watching this with way too much interest. “We should get out of here.”
Ryder’s eyebrows rise. “Well now, just wait until I tell Magnus and Kingston about this, they’ll—”
“This is Scarlett, my new PA.”
“Who is going to do the rounds once,” she says, looking a little unsure, but Ryder nods and gives her the thumbs up, “and see if there’s anyone I should contact tomorrow for you.”
And then she’s off and Ryder’s grinning at me. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, well, well, that’s a pretty little cat for your ugly ass pigeon to chase.”
“I…I don’t even know where to start with that.”
“Hey, there you are.” Magnus says, after striding across the room. “Who was that?”
“That was his new PA.” Ryder’s an ass.
Magnus doesn’t say much, just nods. “You’re doing it?”
“Yes.” But right then I see something that makes my blood hot like the sun.
Scarlett and that guy called Danny.
“I’ll talk to you both later.”
And then I make my way over to where Scarlett is with the guy. Too close. Too familiar. Too touchy-feely.
It hits me. What the feeling is. The realization makes my blood burn hotter.
Fuck.
I’m jealous.
And I’m going to do something about it.
Chapter Ten
Scarlett
My life is suddenly like I’m a dancer. One who does that complicated ballroom stuff. Like the tango. Except I’ve never had any lessons and I’ve been thrown in amongst the world’s best.
I do the rounds, collect cards, make promises for appointments, and all the time I’m trying to get out of there.
Hudson says we’re leaving. Us.
