"No, Mia," Tristan said, standing up and walking over to me. "What I would like is an explanation of what exactly happened last night,"
"Oh er..." I fumbled around in my head for words. How do I explain this? That being in his vicinity was driving me nuts. That I wanted him...a guy who was merely what? Seven eight years younger than my father? A guy who was also a trusted family friend and a client?
How do you say that out loud on someone's face?
"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" Tristan grimaced, folding his arms across his chest. "You left abruptly so late at night and you even switched your phone off. What is going on? Will you please clarify?"
He was worried about me? What do I make of that?
"I am sorry...I shouldn't have done that," I answered and I had no idea why we
