“Me either,” he said. “I get lost in my work.”
“Me too.”
I heard his smile when he spoke again.
“Then the invite stands for a midnight snack and a meeting.”
I smiled too. I didn’t feel like going home to an empty, dark apartment. And after staring at my screen all night, it would take me a while to fall asleep anyway.
“Okay,” I said. “I’m on my way.”
We ended the call and I grabbed my coat, slipped into my shoes, and left locked up.
Parker’s apartment building wasn’t very far. I arrived in no time. He was waiting for me in the lobby when I stepped through the large double doors.
“Oh, you’re here,” I said and smiled.
Parker nodded to his sleeping doorman, sagging on the chair behind the reception desk. “I didn’t want to wake Carl.”
I laughed softly, and Parker wrapped an arm around me. He smelled faintly like cologne. He didn’t wear a tie, his top button was undone, and he had his sleeves rolled up halfway. He looked a lot more relaxed than when I’d seen him the first time.
“I didn’t know what you eat, so I ordered pizza,” he said. “I hope that’s okay.”
I nodded. “Who doesn’t love pizza?”
“I wondered if you’d prefer a salad.”
We stepped into the elevator and the doors slid closed.
“I’m not really a salad fan. I mean, I’ll eat it ... but I prefer pizza if I get to choose.”
Parker grinned at me. “You’re my kind of girl.”
I blushed, heat washing through me. The intensity of his gaze made me look away. God, he wasgorgeous. He had no idea how attractive he was. The smell of his cologne made me dizzy, and I was achingly aware of how close he stood to me.
When the doors slid open in his penthouse lobby, he opened the front door, and the smell of pizza met us. My stomach rumbled audibly.
“Oh, God,” I said and blushed again.
“Hungry?” Parker laughed and gestured me to the kitchen.
I nodded and followed him.
A pizza box sat on the counter island. Parker opened the fridge.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“What do you have?”
“A little bit of everything. I can even pour you a glass of wine, if you’d like.”
I hesitated.
“It’s a Friday night,” he said.
I nodded. “You twisted my arm.”
He grinned. “That wasn’t very hard. I could do with a drink too. I’ll be right back.”