Chapter 42: The Nerve of the Man
The runner stops, his chest rising and lowering, but only when he lifts his gaze do I recognize his features.
Vincent shakes his head, looking at me puzzled, as if I'm a mirage he's not quite sure is real. "What are you doing out here alone?" he asks.
I look at him just as puzzled. "I didn't see you today. You said I'd see you Friday. Where were you?"
The jerk smiles, his breathing slowing. "It's still Friday and you're seeing me right now."
This man could drive a woman insane. His old assistant didn't have a baby. She fled the country to be away from him.
"That's not what I meant and you know it. Why didn't you come into work? Levi said you were in marketing."
Vincent crosses his arms. "So, you met with him," he says, emphasizing him like it's a dirty word.
A-ha! He was checking up on me. Wasn't he?
"Why are you out here alone?" He's a bazillion-zillianaire or something. It can't be safe for him to always be wandering around unguarded.