name?”
“You’re not helping me,” she told him, refusing to look at him.
Grayson sighed, accepting that this would be his penance for that one night of bliss with her in his arms. “Yes I am. I’m going to help you get this guy if he’s really who you want.”
Scarlett took a deep breath, briefly closing her eyes. The man she really wanted? Was he stupid? She shook her head mentally. No. Grayson definitely wasn’t stupid. He was one of the smartest men she knew, present company included. Even among a group of brilliant men, she still considered Grayson to be smarter than all of them. She could be slightly biased, but she didn’t care.
Which only meant that he didn’t want her. She’d had her one night with him and that was all he’d wanted. She had to stop mooning over him. And she definitely had to stop dreaming about him. She was exhausted because every time she started to fall asleep, her mind replayed that night over and over in her dreams. Didn’t Cinderella sing that a dream is just a wish that one’s heart makes? Yeah, Disney knew what they were talking about. Her heart loved this man next to her.
As the meal progressed, the conversation around the table was lively which was normal. But Scarlett couldn’t really get into the mood and sat in the chair, barely eating any of the food. She just wasn’t hungry. At least, not for food anyway.
The servants took the main course away and she pushed her chair back. Excuse me for a moment,” she said and stood up. She turned to leave but something inside of her, an anger she just couldn’t hold back, prompted her to turn back around and punch Grayson’s shoulder. She knew that it didn’t hurt him. She hadn’t even tried. But it still let him know that she was furious with him.
“What was that for?” he asked, glaring up at her.
Scarlett opened her mouth to respond but she just huffed a bit, unable to tell him what an absolute jerk he was, especially in front of everyone else. She could just imagine Harrison’s dry British sarcasm if he knew that she was in love with Grayson. He’d tease her unmercifully! Stefan would probably kidnap her and dump her off in some beautiful house, pat her on the head and tell her that the sunshine would help her get over Grayson. Damon might take Grayson outside and a fight would start and Malik…well, one never really knew what Malik might do. He had an army at his beck and call so he was pretty dangerous.
She stared at her face in the mirror, blinking rapidly to try and stop the tears from slipping over her lashes. Her makeup would be ruined and everyone would know that she was upset. They were too protective of her.
“You’re an idiot,” Damon snapped.
Grayson looked across the table. “What the hell did I do?” he demanded, taking Scarlett’s dessert. She wasn’t going to eat it anyway. Besides, it was payback for the punch. Not that it had hurt. It was the principal though. He couldn’t let her think she could get away with that.
“She’s going to get you back for that,” Malik commented, chuckling at the way those two continuously provoked one another. If they could simply…he sighed and shook his head. “Why don’t you just…” he started to say make love to her but stopped himself. Everyone else at the table knew what the two of them should do. They all just needed to come up with a plan to get the two of them together.
Sierra stepped in at that moment. “So what are you going to teach her about luring in a man?” she asked Grayson, a mischievous twinkle to her eye.
The three other ladies leaned forward, eager to hear his reply. “I’d like to know as well,” Livia commented.
Stefan grumbled. “You don’t need to know anything more, love.” He draped an arm around the back of her chair, pulling it closer to his own. He started to reach out and take a bite of