Bab 144: Angela's Little Fantasy

Angela leaned back and stretched, seemingly a bit tired from not being able to fall asleep right away last night after her little one on one with Gael in the living room. They talked about random stuff after that and turned in after midnight. He didn't go up to the bedroom with her, though, so she wasn't sure what time he slept. When she woke up, he wasn't in the room either—not that she expected him to be there.

"You're tired?" he asked when he saw her yawn.

"A little."

"That date must've been boring."

"Tell me about it. Forty-five minutes into lunch, and he was only talking about himself. The guy was basically lecturing me about football and how privileged he was that he got this and that. The only time he really seemed interested was when I took off my coat." She rolled her eyes at the reminder.

He cocked a brow, glancing at her briefly before turning back to the road. "You took off your coat? I remember telling you not to."