“Emily? That’s real cute.”
Guess not.
His deep voice makes his words sound like a scolding, and that’s when I remember I gave him a fake name. He has every right to hate me, especially for stealing his clothes, but I’m not going to let him treat me like s**t for walking out on him after a hookup. I don’t owe him anything except his tux, which I already gave to Kiera to take back to the shop.
I suck in a deep breath and release it slowly. “And you’re Dr. Bishop, aren’t you?” I’ve mastered the fake smile over the years of dealing with people, but I won’t let him get under my skin, and I most definitely won’t let him know he has the opportunity to with his attitude.
We battle in a stare down, neither of us speaking and the tension in the air getting thicker.
“Hi,” one of the women standi
