Elevator Pitch (Hapless In Love #1)

37. Sweat & Silk

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sweat everyone will see it in this dress. It’s silk. Fuck.

Where has this man been in my text messages?

I don’t have time to decipher this.

“I have to go now,” I manage through a strained voice.

They must’ve turned the thermostat up in the lobby. I need fresh air NOW.

“Have fun on your date.”

He winks and I swivel on my feet to head outside. It isn’t until I hear the doors shut behind me that I exhale. I don’t bother turning around because I know he’ll watch me until I disappear from his view. He thinks I don’t know he does that, but I do. I smile to myself thinking about it. I check my phone to see the wait time on my Uber: two minutes.