I can hardly regret that, though, even though it was impulsive and immature.
It led me to Skye.
I can’t resist leaving Skye a comment of my own.
@bradenblackinc You’re gorgeous. See you tonight.
I attend to a few more emails, including one from Dimitri about the meeting with Foster McCain tomorrow. As he suspected, McCain only wants to deal with me. Dimitri will try to smooth things over. If he can’t, he’ll call me tonight.
I sigh. This isn’t unexpected. But until I hear otherwise, I’m going to enjoy my evening with Skye. I head out of the office by six. Normally I go to the gym after work, but tonight, I’m heading to Skye’s. We didn’t make any formal plans, but my comment made it clear I want to see her.
She’ll be home by the time I get there.
I take the elevator down, stride through the lobby, and find Christopher waiting.
“The gym?” he says.
“Skye’s place,” I tell him.
“You got it.”
A half hour later, after braving rush-hour traffic, we arrive.
“You want me to wait?” Christopher asks.
“Yes, please.” I exit the vehicle and walk into Skye’s building.
When I reach her door, I knock.
No response.
I knock harder.
Again, no response.
Odd. Did she have to work late?
I text her.
Where are you?
Esteban’s. Having a drink with Tessa.
I’m at your place. Why aren’t you here?
Nothing for a minute. Then the little dots begin to move.
Because I’m at Esteban’s having a drink with Tessa.
The fuck? That prickly anger seizes my neck and squeezes. She knew I wanted to see her tonight. If she didn’t want to see me, she should have let me know.
Then again, we didn’t make any actual plans. Is it possible she didn’t see my comment? No, she saw it. She had to. This is her first sponsored post. She’s no doubt monitoring the comments with an eagle eye.
She should have known I’d be coming by.
I can stew about it and get angrier, which in turn will make her angry when I confront her, or I can simply go see her.
I choose the grown-up route.