Letting her go, he walked stiffly to the door and opened it, clearly indicating for her to leave him to figure it out.
“I’ll think about it.”
That was the best she could’ve hoped for, frankly much better than she’d expected from the meeting. Had she been in his place, she would've thrown out the idiotic scheme in five seconds flat. He definitely had a lot more patience.
She nodded and picked up her bag as he stood by the door, waiting for her to walk through. Aware of the many curious eyes on them from the outside, she placed a hand on his shoulder, went up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss at the corner of his lip, right on the scar that pulled it down.
“I’ll wait, sexy.”
With a wink, she left.
One of the guys in the open seating area coughed into his coffee mug and the door slammed shut in response.
Zephyr strolled past the men to the elevator, a little pep in her step.