And he deserved her anger.
So, she could either continue to pace the carpet and wonder if Hunt would apologize—probably not—or she could do something constructive with her time, like reading through today’s emails, something she’d yet to tackle.
Action was always better than brooding so Adie flopped into the nearest chair and reached for the laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
There were at least ten requests from clients for additions to their Christmas shopping lists, another client wanted her to have her Knightsbridge apartment decorated for Christmas and another wanted a meeting in January to discuss a fiftieth birthday present for her husband.
Adie, forcing herself not to think about Hunt, replied and sent an email to her assistant in London to help facilitate the requests.
Adie heard an incoming message on her phone and picked it up, grimacing when she saw the message from her boy-toy-seeking client.
I’m sorry, did I go too far?
That would be a yes...
Adie started to type a reply, a gentle suggestion that the woman consider working with another concierge company, when the intercom buzzed.
Thinking it was the pizza she ordered, Adie hit the button to open the downstairs door and looked around for her bag to pay the delivery man.
When the knock came on her door, Adie wrenched it open and in one practiced movement, reached for the pizza box and held out her other hand for him to take her money.
That’s when she recognized that pale, pale pink button-down, the tanned skin between the open collar of his shirt, the geometric black-and-white pattern of the tie hanging below his open collar.
Adie raised her eyes and her heart took flight as she met Hunt’s light, almost tender eyes.
“I met the pizza guy downstairs,” he stated, lifting up the box.
“Thanks.” Adie tucked the money into the top pocket of his coat and tried to tug the pizza box from his hand. “You can go now.”
Hunt kept his grip on the box. “Aren’t you going to share?”
Adie narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you going to apologize?”
Of course he wouldn’t. Men in his wealthy and powerful position never did. She’d seen it over and over again, had experienced it...
The privileged and powerful could mess up but they expected people to either ignore their mistakes or to clean them up.
Adie had no intention of doing either.
“I’d prefer not to do it in the hallway, but if that’s the only way I can get you to listen, I will.”
Adie blinked at him, confused. “You will what?”
“Apologize,” Hunt said, his tone terse. “Can I come in—Okay, the hell with it. I was a jerk, Adie and I’m sorry.”
Wow, he’d actually done it. Holy Christmas cupcakes. Adie tipped her head to the side. “Did that hurt?”
Hunt’s mouth twitched. “A little.”
“Pity, it should’ve hurt more since you behaved so badly.” Adie stepped back into Kate’s small hallway and gestured him inside. Hunt, still carrying the pizza, walked from the hall into the kitchen and placed the box on the island in the center of the room. Then he turned to a cupboard and pulled out a glass. Gesturing to the open wine bottle on the counter, he lifted his chin. “May I?”
“Sure. Unlike some people, I’m happy to share my alcoholic beverages.”
Hunt winced. “Yeah. That wasn’t my finest moment.”
Hunt poured and sipped before turning to pull plates out of a cupboard. He also found flatware in the drawer under the counter. He knew Kate’s apartment better than she did, and Adie commented on the fact.
“Steve and I shared this apartment over ten years ago,” Hunt explained. “Steve bought it and Kate bought it from his estate.”