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He grinned, twinkling his eyes at me. “My brother gave me the third degree about what we were talking about in the stairwell. I told him I didn’t even realize this building had stairs.”
Despite myself, I sputtered a laugh. “Did he take that well?”
“He did not, which made it even more fun.”
I found myself grinning back. “Call me crazy, but I think he watched the security feed. He’sthatnosy.”
“A control freak is what he is. That’s why he’s always working on different floors, keeping watch over everyone. Does Elliot hang out with his employees?”
My eyes bulged at the preposterous idea. “I can’t imagine that he does. That doesn’t mean he’s not just as much of a control freak as Weston. He just doesn’t care about his employees’ personal lives. They could be banging in the stairwell and Elliot wouldn’t blink as long as they were doing their jobs.”
Miles shook his head, murmuring, “Banging in the stairwell…” Then he perched his butt on the edge of my desk. “I suppose Westie isn’t a complete carbon copy of Elliot after all. I’m shocked.”
I crossed my arms, leaning back in my chair. “Did you think they were?”
He rolled his eyes. “Weston has been obsessed with the Levy family since the moment he met Elliot. He’s always wanted to be like him. I was honestly astounded they didn’t go into business together.”
“Or do you think it’s possible they were always similar and that’s why they became such good friends?”
“Sure, anything’s possible.” He scrubbed his scruffy jaw. “Did Weston ask you about the stairwell?”
I nodded. “He did. I saw him over the weekend when I was out to brunch with Elliot. I didn’t give him a straight answer because it wasn’t really his business.”
He clicked his fingers. “That’s why he accosted me first thing Monday morning. Nosy bastard.”
I moved my mouse around to turn on my computer screen. As Miles and I had been talking, other employees had filled up the surrounding desks, starting their workday. Miles seemed to be in no hurry to leave, but I had a list of tasks a mile long.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked as sweetly as I could.
He grinned at me and ignored my question. “We should have been friends back in the day. I always liked you. I should have tried harder to make you like me.” Shrugging, he hopped up. “Good thing I have a second chance to lure you into a lifetime of friendship. How am I doing so far?”
“Subpar.”
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath. “Well, don’t worry, Lisie. I’m in it for the long haul.”
Then he wandered away, whistling as he went.
I worked without a break until my stomach started to growl. My eye caught on the yellow sticky note still sitting on my desk, then my thoughts drifted to Weston’s lunch invitation during my first week.
If he could invite me to lunch, I could invite him.
I picked up the phone and dialed his assistant. I didn’t have his direct phone number and we weren’t quite in the place to text each other. At least, I didn’t think so.
“Weston Aldrich’s office. This is Renata, how can I help you?”
I cleared my throat. “Hi, Renata. This is Elise Levy. I work on seven. Anyway, I’m calling to see if Weston would like to join me for lunch today.”
A long pause.
So long, I thought she hung up.
Finally, she spoke. “He’s incredibly busy this week.”
“Doesn’t he have to eat?”
“Well…”
“Can you ask him? I can grab something for him and bring it up there if that’s easier.”
