I glance over at Tocher who now has his eyes pinned to Olivia’s ass. I clear my throat, but he doesn’t even blink.
Asshole.
“Do you have time for a cup of coffee, Olivia?” I question as I step even closer to her. “Or tea?”
“We need to be somewhere.” The bastard who is eye-fucking her responds.
“We have a meeting,” Olivia chimes in.
“You’re in the lingerie business?” I ask the dweeb, so he’ll raise his head and look at me.
“No,” he answers succinctly.
I shoot Olivia a look, but she’s glancing at something over my shoulder. Times Square has a way of stealing the attention of everyone.
“It was good to see you, Olivia, and nice to meet you, Daryl.”
“Derek,” he corrects me with a smirk.
“I’ll text you later.” Olivia flashes me a cute smile.
I don’t respond because what the fuck was that? I take off down the crowded sidewalk trying to brush off what just happened. My sole focus should be on the meeting I have in an hour because it’s going to change my entire life, but all I can think of is Olivia and what the hell is going on between her and Derek Tocher.
Chapter 36
Olivia
Derek Tocher hasn’t changed at all since high school.
He’s still the same annoying know-it-all he was back then. The only difference now is that he wears semi-expensive suits and too much cheap cologne.
I try to shift my stool to the left to gain more distance from him before I pass out from the fumes.
The other two women we’re with don’t seem to mind at all.
They’ve been laughing at his lame jokes and nodding in awe at every one of his stories about his success on Wall Street.
Unlike Derek, I do my homework.
I did it back in high school, and I do it now.
Derek Tocher is a junior broker with a small firm. He lives with his mom in Brooklyn and spends his extra time driving for Uber.
I should know. That’s where I reconnected with him six months ago.
He told me about his perfect life as he drove me home from a fundraising gala. I looked him up online the next day. Those facts didn’t lie, unlike Derek.
Derek recognized me as soon as I got in his mom’s car. Admittedly it took me a bit to place him.
I wasn’t popular in high school. He was. He was the all-star quarterback and the leading scorer with the cheerleaders.
I didn’t make the cheer squad, so I was never on his radar.
“I wish my husband was more like you, Derek.” Nancy, one of my former classmates swoons. “You’re so funny and attentive.”
I try not to roll my eyes.
“Should we get down to reunion business?” I flip open the cover of my tablet. “I made some notes since our last meeting.”