Chapter 10. What’s Your Problem

“What isn’t your decision to make?” Melvin asked.

Elaine’s head snapped toward Melvin’s. She had not believed that he would actually come back to the table and that he would be so rude as to cut in on their conversation. Not that it was much of a conversation anyways. Andrew had rejected the offer, just like she knew he would.

“Don’t worry about it, Mr. Swernbach.” She picked her bag and slipped the brown leather strap over her left shoulder. “I think I’m done for today, and thank you for the dinner.”

“No,” Melvin protested. He held her arm and pushed her back into the chair.

She stared at him in confusion. Where was the man who couldn’t stand her presence a few minutes ago? “I don’t understand.”

Melvin walked around the table and slipped back into his seat. He cranked his head toward the pillars where the waiters stood. “I need something warm and bring me a bottle of champagne.”

Andrew squared his shoulders. “Champagne? What’s the occasion?”