{MICHAEL}
I need to be colder towards her. Pretend to not give a shit. Fake it till I make it and all that until it becomes reality. But those whiskey eyes and lush, tempting lips keep invading my thoughts, making it impossible to think straight.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I catch myself glancing back repeatedly to check if she's following me. Not because I'm running away. I'm definitely not running.
It's almost time for my weekly meeting with my brothers, and I hate being late. That's all. She has no hold on me. None at all. I was just a little fascinated by her, and now that I've spent some time with her, I'm over it.
Mostly.
I still need to know what makes her tick.
I shove the thought out of my head as I unlock my office door. It's none of my business what makes her tick. In three days, we're going back to Manhattan. I sink into my chair, nodding decisively. Three days is more than enough.
