Page 10 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

And every now and then, my mind went back to it and laughed on its own.

Camille reached for her glass again.

I checked the time.

Still early.

Still enough night left to make a bad decision and hate myself for it later.

“You want another?” I asked.

She nodded toward the restroom. “I’m gonna freshen up first.”

“Take your time.”

She stood, smoothing down her dress. “Don’t disappear on me.”

“I can’t … you’ll expose me.”

She laughed as she walked off.

I watched her walk away, then looked back toward Sade.

Her date was mid-sentence, leaning in with both forearms on the table, too eager, too pleased with himself. I could tell just by his face that he thought the night was going well.

I picked up the bouquet I had bought for Camille. White roses. Safe choice. I pulled one from the middle, then slid my business card from the money clip in my pocket.

By the time I reached Sade’s table, she had already looked up.

I stopped beside them, not close enough to crowd her, close enough to interrupt the air around the booth.

“Evening,” I said politely.

The man looked up first. I already knew his name was Marcus. Knew he worked in the same field as me. I didn’t dig too deep. only seen his name and occupation on the dating profile.

“Can I help you?” he asked, sounding annoyed.

I ignored him.

My attention stayed on her.

“I’m working on a development in South Central,” I said, holding the card where she could see it. “Luxury units. I’m looking for an interior designer who understands restraint and doesn’t decorate for applause.”

Her face didn’t change much, but her eyes did. Just a small shift. Enough interest to satisfy me.

But her irritation came in.

“Excuse me. I’m not on business hours.”

I smiled a little. “I know.”

I set the card down by her water glass, then laid the rose across the edge of the table.

I finally turned to him.

“I paid for y'all dinner.”

He frowned. “What?”