14
WHITTON
Eve’s pink cheeks made me want to forget the whole party. Anything that made her blush made me hard as a rock. If the party wasn’t in my honor, I would have already left with her.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t leave. She’d already monopolized too much of my time. I was sure that there were others who wanted to shake hands and schmooze. It was all so exhausting. Part of the job in its own way, but my least favorite part.
“Hey, don’t look so glum about it,” Eve teased. She flipped her dark hair off her shoulder. “The party won’t last all night.”
“It feels like it might,” I said.
I glanced around the room. All the Wrights and my coworkers and so many people from the company that I didn’t know. The networking part was half the reason I hadn’t advanced in my last job. I couldn’t ki
