A tiny sliver of anger poked at me. He was making fun of me. I walked silently behind him as we headed toward the elevators. Roy’s hands were full, so I pressed the button. Again, silence as we rode up to the fiftieth floor. I’d learned this morning that the forty-ninth and fiftieth floors were the main offices of Wolfe Enterprises. The fifty-first and fifty-second were the Wolfe family residences. Rock’s penthouse on floor fifty-two was still roped off by the police.

My body was hyperaware of the man standing next to me. I’d never had sex in an elevator, and oh my God, right now would be a perfect time to remedy that. Roy Wolfe in an elevator? Already I was getting wet thinking about it.

But Roy Wolfe was silent, staring at the elevator doors, probably wishing they’d open so we could get out of this awkward silence.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell dinged, indicating we’d reached our floor. The doors began to glide open—

Roy set the two bags of food on the floor of the elevator and quickly pushed the “doors close” button. He turned to me, his dark gaze unreadable.

“Will you have dinner with me tonight?” he asked.

My mouth dropped open.

“Please, silver?”

Please? Hell, he didn’t have to say please. Still, he was a Wolfe, and I worked for the company. “Are you sure that’s…appropriate?”

“Appropriate? You do eat, don’t you?” His eyes were still unreadable. Gorgeous and long-lashed, but still unreadable.

I squinted slightly, trying—and failing—to analyze his enigmatic expression. “Well…yeah. I mean, I work for you.”

“You work for Lacey.”

“I work for the company. Your company.”

“I’m not a part of the company, silver. Rock and Reid run it—Rock under duress, I might add. I’m a silent partner if there ever was one.”

“Still…”

“Never mind.” He pushed the “door open” button. “I get it.” He walked out of the elevator carrying the bags.

Good job, Charlie. You just let the most interesting man you ever met walk out of your life. He calls you silver, for God’s sake. Silver!

What a moron I was.

I followed Roy numbly back to the conference room. As Roy suspected, Reid and Rock were still arguing over whether they’d continue working through lunch.

“Don’t make me play the CEO card,” Rock said.

Reid rolled his eyes. “CEO in name only. That’s what you like to tell me. Until it suits your purpose.”

“Hell, yeah. And right now it suits my purpose. We’re not working through lunch.” He directed Jarrod, Terrence, and me to get the food set out while the rest of them cleared their work stuff off the table.