ice.
“Wow, why didn’t you tell me about your little secret across the hall?”
“What secret?”
“The dark god living in your neighbor’s apartment.” She made a growling noise then said, “He tells me there’s nothing between the two of you. So you wouldn’t mind if I help myself?”
“That’s disgusting Audrey.”
But she only giggled. “I take it that’s a yes?”
Sonya’s brain worked fast. For some reason she most definitely wanted to say no. It was utterly out of the question. For god’s sake, it was Daniel. Who would find him attractive?
“Hey.” The object of their conversation joined them. “Don’t mind if I crash your party?”
“As a matter-of-fact,” she began, then saw the humor in his eyes as he shoved his glasses up his nose with his index finger. He did this on purpose. He knew she wouldn’t approve of his being there. “Very funny, Daniel.”
“Make me a drink?” He was still smirking as he gestured to the bag of ice in her hand.
“You don’t drink.” She told him.
His brow lifted. “Since when?”
“Since now.” Her voice became firm. “Go home.”
“Ouch.” He snapped his head back as if she truly attempted to bite him. “Remind me never to invite you to one of my parties.”
“Gladly.” She could only imagine the boredom. Six or seven computer brainiacs standing around having no clue how to have a good time, or at the very least what to do with a woman.
“Aren’t we grumpy tonight.” He stated, observing her closely. “Frequent exposure to negativity can have an inimical effect on—“
“Go home, Daniel. You don’t belong here.”
“Sonya!” Audrey cried. “I invited him.”
He stared at her then at the tiny blonde gaping with disbelief.
“Right,” he muttered, then without another word, turned and left. With a huge thrust he slammed her apartment door behind him. Immediately, Sonya felt her world dim.
“Sonya, why did you do that?” Audrey’s eyes bulged with disbelief.
She ignored her, already feeling horrible. From the moment she saw the sincere pain in his eyes her words caused, she felt utter remorse. What an inconsiderate jackass she could be. He hadn’t done anything wrong to deserve the most vicious thing imaginable. She insulted a man for being himself.
She glanced at Audrey who was still staring at her dumbfounded. She had taken an interest in him at once. Obviously, enough to invite him over without consulting Sonya first. Not that she needed permission to invite whomever she pleased. But Daniel? He was her neighbor. He didn’t belong in her circle. Though it hurt, it was most likely for the best.
“You wouldn’t have liked him. All he ever does is shop talk.” She attempted to reassure her friend.
“Oh.” Audrey made a mock expression of understanding. “And what a change that would be from men whose only interest is making a grab for my ass.”
She walked away before Sonya could console her more. She would have to explain it all to her tomorrow over coffee with Maura. Maura would help explain, she understood completely.
Sonya owed Daniel an apology as well. She really shouldn’t have been so harsh on him. First thing tomorrow, she would speak to him and make everything all right between them again.
Her front door opened once more and Tristan Manning was suddenly there, in her apartment. Her disheartened spirits quickly evaporated. He came. He was actually in her apartment. And, if she had anything to do with it, in her bedroom before the night was through.
“Tristan!” she called out and waved her hand.
He noticed and weaved his way through the bodies littering her apartment. As he approached, she noticed he wore his lazy smile. The one which looked as if he had made love all night long. “Hey, Sara. Great party.”
Her smile vanished. “Sonya.”
“Right.” He clicked his tongue and