“Okay. Dinner.”
He pulled his shoulders back, proud to get a yes out of the evasive woman in front of him. His eyes dipped to the cleavage dividing the neckline of a sapphire blue shirt.
“And after dinner, you can come home with me.”
She opened her mouth, maybe to protest, but smiled in spite of herself. He tucked two fingers into her shirt and pulled her closer, brushing her perky breasts.
“I’ll make you breakfast in the morning,” he told her. “And afterward, I’ll make you something to eat.”
She rolled her eyes but a soft chuckle escaped her. It was a yes if he’d ever heard one.
“I’ll pick you up at your place at seven.”
“I have to work late.”
Zach was already back at his desk. “No. You don’t. Seven o’clock.”
He punched a button and summoned Sam. “Make reservations at One Eighty for myself and Ms. Brand for seven this evening.”
“One Eighty?” Pen’s brow rose. Was she impressed? He hoped so.
“Have you been?”
“Once. With a client who shall remain nameless.”
“A male client?” he asked before he could stop himself.
Her Cheshire cat smile held. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Seven,” he reiterated.
“Seven.” She walked out of his office and Zach watched her go, looking forward to viewing her over candlelight the next time they saw each other. His phone beeped and Sam announced that the investor had called back.
Zach picked up the phone, but by the time he lifted his head, Pen was gone, his office door whispering shut.