Book 1 - Page 60 (1/2)
He reached into one of two large cargo pockets of his jeans and pulled out a formal invitation in a vellum envelope. ”I came to invite you to a garden party we're having at my parents' estate on Sunday. A mix of business and pleasure. Many of the artists signed to Vidal Records will be there. I was thinking it'd be great networking for your roommate - he's got the right look for music video.”
I brightened. ”That would be wonderful!”
Christopher grinned and pa.s.sed the invite over. ”And you'll both have fun. No one throws a party like my mother.”
I glanced briefly at the envelope in my hand. Why hadn't Gideon said anything about the event?
”If you're wondering why Gideon didn't tell you about it,” he said, seemingly reading my mind, ”it's because he won't come. He never does. Even though he's the majority shareholder in the company, I think he finds the music industry and musicians too unpredictable for his tastes. By now, you know how he is.”
Dark and intense. Powerfully magnetic and hotly s.e.xual. Yes, I knew how he was. And he preferred to know what he was getting into at all costs.
I gestured at the deli when we reached it, and we stepped inside and got in line.
”This place smells awesome,” Christopher said, his gaze on his phone as he typed out a quick text.
”The aroma delivers on its promise, trust me.”
He smiled a delightful boyish smile that I was sure knocked most women on their a.s.ses. ”My parents are really looking forward to meeting you, Eva.”
”Oh?”
”Seeing the photos of you and Gideon over the last week has been a real surprise. A good surprise,” he qualified quickly when I winced. ”It's the first time we've seen him really into someone he's dating.”
I sighed, thinking he wasn't so into me right now. Had I made a terrible mistake by leaving him alone last night?
When we reached the counter, I ordered a grilled vegetable and cheese panini with two pomegranate smoothies, asking them to hold the one with a protein shot for thirty minutes so I could eat in. Christopher ordered the same, and we managed to find a table in the crowded deli.
We talked about work, laughing over both a recent baby food commercial faux-blooper that had gone viral and some backstage anecdotes about acts Christopher had worked with. The time pa.s.sed swiftly, and when we parted ways at the entrance of the Crossfire, I said good-bye with genuine affection.
I headed up to the twentieth floor, and found Mark still at his desk. He offered me a quick smile despite his air of concentration.
”If you don't really need me,” I said, ”I think it'd be good for me to sit this presentation out.”
Although he tried to hide it, I saw the lightning quick flash of relief. It didn't offend me. Stress was stress, and my volatile relations.h.i.+p with Gideon was something Mark didn't need to think about while he was working on an important account.
”You're golden, Eva. You know that?”