Authors: Lana Grayson
I sighed. Yeah, I knew it. I almost worked there. I managed to get a job at the one on Eleventh instead, six blocks closer to my apartment.
“Tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll be there at seven.”
He was firm, but it wasn’t a question. It also wasn’t a demand. I bit my lip and offered him a nervous smile. Simone’s hand tickled along his bicep. A pang of jealousy ripped through me.
“Okay,” I said.
I didn’t confirm his invitation, but it was a sufficiently diplomatic response. They said nothing else, and I had the distinct impression the conversation was over. Dismissed then ignored. Not exactly polite, but, then again, society checked its morals with its coat when it entered a place like this.
I hurried back to the safety of the bar below, avoiding the curious gazes of those who watched me descend the stairs.
I knew what they thought, and they were right.
Duchess was no place where I belonged.
Oh, but I was
so
glad I came…