Summer pulled up outside the Tower at five minutes to eight, sliding neatly into a conveniently abandoned parking space. She suspected Anthony’s reply to her offer of drinks had been a joke, but she planned to make him hold to it nonetheless. There was too much that intrigued her about him, the scattered bits of real information among the tabloid rumours and gossip column titilations.
Above all else, he was still a genius, someone who would be able to outthink and anticipate her, and that was a challenge not to be foregone.
[text] I’m waiting for you.
Anthony had been working all day long. First he had a meeting early in the morning. Then he had a meeting with a customer and paperwork, lots of paperwork. The engineer was currently working in his workshop when suddenly his phone went off. He looked at the screen and raised an eyebrow. “Seriously.”
[text] Really now?
[text] you forgot. figures.
She slumped back in her seat — well, as much as one could slump in a corset, anyway — and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her gut. Stupid. Of course he forgot. He probably thought it was just a game, someone screwing with him.
[text] badly played, Anthony