I cocked my head. “Pretty boy? This pretty boy would be happy to slam your head through the wall.”

Charlie stood then. “Blaine, please leave. Unless you have more information for me—”

“Maybe I do.”

“Then you can tell me here. Now. No need for you to spend your money on another meal for me.”

“Maybe I like your company.”

Then I saw it. That look in his eyes.

He’d slept with Charlie.

My Charlie.

I lowered my eyelids slightly and clenched my jaw. “Get out,” I said.

“Is this your office, Mr. Wolfe?”

“It’s my company,” I said.

“Last I heard, it’s your brother’s company. You don’t even have a position here.”

Charlie moved from behind her desk and positioned herself between us. “Stop it, both of you. Blaine, I’m having dinner with Roy tonight. Sorry, he asked first. If you have information—”

“Never mind,” Blaine said. “I’m done here.”

“Good,” I said through my clenched teeth, after he’d left and closed the door.

“Thanks a lot,” Charlie said. “Now I’ll never get whatever information he had.”

“He didn’t have any information.”

“And how do you think you know that?”

“He wanted to fuck you, Charlie.”

Her cheeks reddened. “I assure you—”

“Don’t even try. I could see it. You and he were together.”

“For a little while. I ended it.”

“Why? A big partner in a successful law firm? He’d be a catch. Of course, a Wolfe would be a much better catch.”

She huffed, her hands whipping to her hips. “Get out.”

“Sorry. I own this building.”

“You’re ridiculous. If you think for one minute that I was interested in either Blaine or you because of money, you don’t know me at all.”

Yeah. I was a jerk. A first-class douche.

“Our dinner date, then? What time should I pick you up?”

“I’m not going to dinner with you.”

I sat down. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I said I’m sorry.”

I was. I’d been a jerk for no reason.

“Uh…okay.”

“So then…dinner?”

“Roy…”

“Come on. I said I was sorry, and I need to talk to you about some stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Dinner, okay?”

She sighed. “All right. But I’ll meet you there. I’m going to be working until the last minute.”

“All right. I’ll email you the details.” I stood. “See you later.”

31

Charlie

Eight o’clock at the Red Room.