Eric moved to stand beside her father’s desk, and she noted for the first time he was barefoot. She let her gaze travel upwards along the lean legs which were clad in sweatpants and a t-shirt, up to the folded arms over his defined chest. His jaw was set, rigid, his eyes dark and stormy with anger were watching her perusing him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Despite the incredible performance you put on, I’m not buying it. You got caught by your parents this morning, I take it, trying to sneak out?”
“No.” she denied it shaking her head.
“Then what gives? I don’t believe for a f*****g second you have an appointment booked.”
She pulled her phone from her pocket and set it on the table. “My password is Wicked. You’ll see the phone call, or calls, it took me four times to finally get out w
