Chapter 102

The swimming head is starting to pass. I notice there’s still an audience and frown; he follows my gaze and looks up as though seeing for the first time the men in suits.

“Can you all give us a few minutes? Give her some space,” he commands. There’s a bit of chatter as they all file back through to the other room, except it’s a glass wall, and I’m aware of the eyes still being cast this way.

Crap, this is never going to go away now. I bet everyone in the building hears how Carrero’s PA flaked out over a simple contract briefing.

“I can get up.” I try, but he stops me.

“Stay for a few minutes.” He’s trying to make me sip again, but I take the glass from him and drink, his eyes on me, boring into my skull.

“You gave me a fucking scare, shorty,” he sighs, taking my glass when I’m done.

Oh well, he’s still sweary anyway.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur apologetically. “Next time, I’ll be more considerate with my fainting spells,” I add drily, and he frown