Page 8 of Nothing to Tell

“What…”

Another glance back, their eyes met, and her words disappeared.

This guy was maybe six three, hair thick, dark, damp.And he knew something.Something she should know too.Except she didn’t.

His square jaw ticked like maybe her bewilderment was amusing.Laugh it up.Was he a jerk?One asshole was enough.Damon filled that quota all by himself.No supplements or understudies required, thank you.

The edge of his index finger glided down her temple and… it hit her.She gasped.This was the guy, the stranger from downstairs!

Oh.Oh.Oh!

“What’s going on?”

Charissa’s voice flared by Damon, snapping her attention to the couple.The curious Charissa tucked her hand into Damon’s elbow, laying intrigue on the man at her back.

This Bastian Hunt was still there.The wall of his form solid against her spine, he was definitely with her.But… why?What was she missing?

“Harper?”Charissa asked.Kudos, Charissa’s smile was almost genuine.Almost, but not quite.“Who is your friend?”

“Bastian Hunt,” Damon said, a little spaced out.

What was going on?He hadn’t been that drunk a minute ago and she’d never known him to take drugs.Living with Charissa may have driven him to it, especially if she was eviscerating his savings.

“Nice to meet you both,” Bastian said.“My apologies but I have to steal Harper.I have some groveling to do.I promised I wouldn’t be late and I let her down.I’m lucky she puts up with me.”

When his fingers linked between hers, she didn’t resist him relieving her of the liquor or leading her through the room onto the dance floor.She even let him hook both hands around the back of his neck and slide his own onto her waist.

“We have about a minute and a half to get our stories straight.”

FOUR

“WHAT ARE YOU doing here?”she whispered, glancing at the couples around them as though proximity alone would reveal this Bastian’s scam.

“You wanted someone to dance with.”

What she should do was push out of his arms.She should slap his face and tell the creep to get lost.Should.Instead, her hands skimmed higher until her fingers twined in the ends of his hair.

He wasn’t a creep.Though unexpected, it was sweet that he would do something selfless like this for her, to save her.

“You came to dance with me?To be my white knight?”

A fairytale moment brought to life.

“I had to get changed first,” he said.When she managed a yap of laughter, his straight white teeth flashed in a smile.Ah, and a dimple, cute.“Harper is your name?”

She nodded.“Harper Scott.”

“Bastian Hunt,” he said.Yeah, she’d got that much.“What do you do?”

“I’m a corporate event coordinator,” she said.“I have my own business, though I work from my father’s office complex.”

Absorbing this, his expression became more serious.“What does your father’s company do?”

“Scott Solutions.They sell bespoke IT and multimedia installations to small and mid-sized companies.”

“Installation,” Bastian said.“Computers?”

“Pretty much,” she said, amused by his simplification of what Damon liked to pretend was complex.“I thought you were in sales.”