Chapter 70

“Well, what would you call us… if not friends?” His gaze narrows on me, his smile fading and something more serious in its place. Still not moving, like a tall, stubborn mannequin, I relent with an exasperated sigh, knowing he has no intention of going again until he decides he’s moving. Talking is on his agenda for some stupid reason.

“I don’t know… business acquaintances. People coexisting for a mutual benefit, but certainly not friends! Friends like one another, Alexi!” I point out scathingly, using my bag to point at him and me as though to emphasise my statement, willing him mentally to walk forward and get in the damn lift. I can hear pinging away about twelve feet from us as they open.

“I like you, so…?” He shrugs boyishly, expression solemn now, and I know he’s trying to get to me.

I know that’s bullshit, and now he is trying to pull me into another little mind game.

“Like a sore head, right? Or like a bullet to the kneecap?” I ask sarcastically, turn