Chapter 19: An Illusion Of Happiness, Part 11, Michael

“She’s very pretty isn’t she?”

“Er, I suppose so. Mike certainly thinks so. She’s a bit er... ginger for me.”

I burst out laughing. “You don’t like redheads?”

His eyes slide sideways. “I prefer brunettes.”

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The front doors swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered and strappingly built.

My heart sinks as I recognise him.

Oh, God. It’s him...

It’s James Alexanders’ friend from the Club. Am I going to be seeing them both here?

This could be embarrassing.

He barely looks at me, his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me as instead, he heads straight for the elevator.

Almost at the doors, he abruptly slows, turns and looks back at me, brow furrowed.

He pauses. “Sorry to seem rude, but do we know each other?”

“Um... yes. We met two or three years ago. You were with your friend, James.”