Chapter Thirteen

It was close. Way too close. He almost found out that she had been masturbating while she was interviewing him! But oh God, some part of her relished the idea of being found out. If he realised what she was doing, would he yank her over the table and fuck her on the table? What a dream! If only. He probably wanted very much to, and could hardly focus on the interview himself. Why was he so good at hiding his attraction to her?

Angel checked her phone again. It told her that he was right in the hotel she was in right now, not too far away. She wanted to meet him badly, so badly it hurt.

But she had things to do first. She made her way to the receptionist's desk and smiled at the friendly young woman behind the table.

"Hello," Angel said. "I would like to book a room here."

"Sure," she replied. "What kind?"

"Double bed, please," she said right away. "Wait, no. Single bed."

"Okay," the receptionist said and got to work. Soon after, she passed her a hotel card key, which Angel took and left the lobby for the restaurant that the spyware on her phone told her he was in.

She walked in, throwing her head around. It was a restaurant she couldn't afford to eat at, but Darrow certainly could. One meal would cost her a fraction of her salary, but she decided it was well worth it. As she weaved her way through the crowd, the corner of her eyes spotted Darrow dining alone with his bodyguards occupying the tables around him. She passed him by, made sure he caught sight of her and pretended to continue passing through. His head lifted at her in recollection and he raised a finger into the air.

"Angel, here!"

Angel spun around, putting on the fakest look of surprise on her face. "President! Fancy meeting you here!"

"Are you here alone?" Darrow asked as she stopped before his table.

"Yes!"

"What for?"

"I was supposed to meet a date, but he stood me up," she said with a forlorn look on her face.

He gestured towards the seat on the other side of the table. "Feel free to join me then."

"Thanks!" Angel said, taking the seat. "What brings you here?"

"I had some official matters to deal with here in this town," he said. "Do you usually travel across towns for dates?"

"Of course not."

"Why now?"

"I-I don't know."

"He must be some special man."

"Oh, he's nothing. I hate him."

"But you travelled two hours for a date with him?"

"Yes, I did," she said.

"I'm sorry," he smiled. "I'm just trying to understand you. I find you very confusing."

"Well, I'll tell you everything you want to know about my dating life."

"It's alright," he said. "Would you like anything from the menu? It's my treat."

She flipped open the menu. "Maybe the red wine?"

Darrow nodded his head at a bodyguard, who immediately beckoned a waiter over. The red wine came after a short while, and Darrow held his glass up to her.

"For continued success in our professional relationship," he said, smiling.

She clinked her glass against his. "Yes."

"Are you sure you don't want any food?" Darrow asked after he took one sip of the red wine.

"No," she said, reaching into her purse and removing her hotel card key. She placed it on the table beside her purse. "I think I'm tired. I want to head back and rest."

"Sure, go ahead. It was nice meeting you," he said.

"I'll see you soon then," Angel said, getting up and walking away, making sure to leave her hotel card key behind on the table.