“You don’t like being adored by men and women?” I’d never experienced that, myself.
He took a bite of his Cuban sandwich and chewed for a bit before replying, “I prefer to be adored by one person, and it needs to be real and not based on looks, my Armani suit, or my bank account.” Huh.
“I see.”
We finished our meal before delving into the documents Jaiden had brought with him. This time, I made sure to pay attention to what he was saying, though it was distracting as hell being so close to him.
When it was time to go back to work, I thanked him for lunch and grabbed the folder we’d been reviewing. Unfortunately, when I stood, I bumped into one of the customers who’d been typing on her cell phone with one hand and carrying her sandwich in the other, her drink held under an armpit.