Trey stalked over and locked the front door behind Ambi. She watched him, her brows arrowed in, her eyes folded into narrow slits of suspicion.

“Sorry. The lady who takes the bookings had another appointment. She gave me the key and instructed me to lock the door and not let anyone else in while she was gone. Just protecting her interests and all.”

Ambi muttered something under her breath and stalked off. Oh yeah. There was no way she didn’t remember what had gone down at that hall back in college.

“This place is absolutely not going to work!” Ambi raged the second she walked into the main part of the hall. Her voice echoed through the empty place. “It looks like a bad high school reunion would happen here. Not a high-class office party. You would ruin my business for sure if I let you hold it here.”

He entered the hall behind her, and when she whirled, the rage from her eyes had boiled over to her face. Her nostrils flared and she almost stamped her foot. She caught herself at the last second and instead, dropped her tote to the floor by her feet and crossed her arms.

“Seriously. What was wrong with the venue yesterday? It’s classy. It’s nice. It’s tasteful. It screams money. All the things that your father likes and his company stands for.”

“I get a say in it. That’s what’s wrong with it. I didn’t like it. I like this place. It will work fine.”

The look of panic that flashed across Ambi’s face nearly made him laugh, but that would have ruined everything.

“Are you- are you actually serious? If you are, I’m going to fight you on this one. Tooth and nail. This isn’t even big enough to properly host everything and I guarantee you that the place doesn’t offer catering. You’ll have to have food brought in. Do you know how much work that is? It’s another thing I’d have to book and right now, it’s looking grim for the entertainment. Catering would be a disaster. Short of getting some dubious food truck, you’d probably be right out of luck.”

“What’s wrong with dubious food truck food?”

“Argh!” Ambi finally lost it and did stomp her foot. “You can’t! Trey! This is my name on the line here. No one would like this. No one!”

“I paid you to plan this. If I want it here, we’re having it here.”

“You paid me to plan it. Did you just hear yourself? Me. Plan it. Paid me. I say that this is not the venue. If you want it, I’ll give you the money back minus what I already spent on the cake and we- can- uh- call it a day.”

“Why are you starting to stutter, Ambi? Are you thinking about that cake?” Trey couldn’t help it. He was asshole number one, but he was also sporting a hard-on the length of his arm and he needed, like he’d needed the night before, to push Ambi into seeing something and admitting something that she didn’t want to either see or admit. “Or maybe you were thinking about last night.”

That did it. Trey knew right away he’d pushed Ami too far.

“God!” She yelled as she picked up her tote and stalked across the hall. She didn’t exit out the way she’d come since he was standing in the doorway and she would have had to walk past him.

She went in the other direction. To the doors at the back of the place that were clearly labeled with a glowing exit sign overhead. Ambi threw open the door and charged down the hallway that ran past the main area to the back exit doors. The click, click, click of her heels resounded through the place with anything but finality. On the way down that hall were the bathrooms and a few select other rooms.

It was too perfect.

Which led Trey to believe, as he chased after Ambi, that she really didn’t remember, or recognize the hall. They were both pretty drunk that night, but seriously? How could she not remember? The place looked exactly the same.

Trey caught up with Ambi just as she was rounding the corner that led past the washrooms and the rooms that had the janitorial supplies. The few offices for the place were on the other side of the building, down the hall that branched off at the entrance.

They were far from that now. They were the only ones in the building. He had about forty-five minutes left of the hour he’d been promised.

He wasn’t going to waste it.

“Ambi!” Trey reached blindly for her hand and missed, but he caught the hem of her coat. He tugged hard and she let out a shriek as she went tumbling back.

He’d caught her off guard. She didn’t expect him to tug her back, that much was obvious. She stumbled, rocking on her sky-high heels. Her tote went flying, hitting the cement with a dull smack. Ambi let out a second, less dignified, slightly louder shriek as she tumbled backward. The horrified sound echoed off the walls and ricocheted off the floor.

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