“Really? And I thought breakfast was code for kiss and you were paying me a compliment.”
He stood up from his chair and moved around the desk until he was just a few inches away from me. His eyes were relentlessly trained on me.
I searched my brain for a safe topic. “When will we receive the revised contract?”
“I’ll discuss all your comments with David and Becca, and draft a new contract by the end of the week. I’ll send it to you as soon as I have it.”
“Thanks.”
“Tess...don’t sign anything if you’re not 100 percent sure it’s what you want. Not even for Skye’s sake.”
“Don’t worry; I won’t.”
“By the way, I’m still waiting for your assessment of our...breakfast.”
I laughed even though my heartbeat was intensifying again. “You just can’t stick to the rules, can you?”
I rested one hand on the back of a chair. He leaned in slightly, covering my hand with his. Oh my God. My skin was on fire. My mind just went blank. This slight touch was enough to remind me how delicious the kiss had been. It made me long for more. All I wanted to do was touch and kiss him.
But one thing at a time. This was a business meeting.
“I could...but why do that when the alternative is so enjoyable?”
A knock startled me. Skye opened the door, poking her head inside.
“Call is over. Did I miss anything?”
“No, Liam was just telling me that he’ll send us the modified contract soon,” I said. Skye nodded before tapping on her phone, probably ordering an Uber. I turned to Liam, asking, “Is there anything left to discuss?”
He gave me a knowing smile. Stepping closer, he said in a low voice, “Many things. But I know how to bide my time. Strike at the right moment.”
***
Liam
“You cheater,” my grandmother exclaimed later that night. “You’re letting me win. How long has this been going on?”
She’d just declared checkmate before her outburst. Instead of coming up with a smart answer, I asked, “What gave me away?”
“Liam Harrington, I raised you better.”
“You didn’t, though. Remember how you always pretended to need more time than me for puzzles?”
“You were seven.”
“True.”
We were in the winter garden of her penthouse, our usual place for chess. She drummed her fingers on the marble table, shaking her head.
“Something’s up with you,” she said.
“How can you tell?”
“You’ve been fake-losing for years, and this is the first time I caught on. Means you’re off your game.”
“I was bound to give myself away at some point.” Gran was very intuitive.
“Trouble in paradise? You, David, and Becca always made such a good team.”
“No, we’re good. We’re in the process of signing a deal.”
“That’s right. And you haven’t talked my ear off about all the exciting companies you’re going to take on. I wonder why.”
Possibly because I’d been too consumed with one particular mentee. I’d been thinking about Tess ever since she left my office.
“We’re just taking on one this year. It’s in fashion.” We already told the others that they weren’t in the running anymore, except our second choice. If Tess and Skye decided not to sign, we were going with DesignPen.
Gran sipped from her glass of wine. “Fashion? You rarely take on anything in that industry. I believe this would only be your fifth investment.”
“That’s right.”
That was one of the things I loved most about my grandmother. She didn’t ask questions just to make conversation. She listened and remembered.
“It’s good to spread risk and challenge ourselves,” I went on.
“Good for you. You know who else likes challenges? I do. Liam, you don’t need to coddle me. I’ve been through a rough time, and I came out on the other side. You certainly don’t have to lose on purpose. I like a good challenge. You know that.”
To a stranger, my grandmother would appear no older than her sixties. Her hair was dyed black and always cut to her chin—it was her Chanel look, as she often told me. She was agile in movements and quick in wit, and if you didn’t know her, you’d think she never had a difficult day in her life, let alone that she lost her husband. But I wasn’t a stranger, and I was observant. She still kept the painting of a sunset in Santorini because he’d liked it so much, even though she hadn’t. She was still adjusting, just as Tess had said. I missed Grandpa too, every single day. He’d been a larger-than-life character, always up for a challenge, always stoic. He was a man of few words and rarely expressed any emotions.
He never shied away from doing handiwork around the apartment. I aspired to be like him my whole childhood. He worked on Wall Street as the director of a bank. I wanted to step into his shoes, which was why I started working on Wall Street right after college. I realized it hadn’t been for me even before we sold the app. I just didn’t fit in that environment. I liked playing by my own rules. I always thought he might be disappointed in me for veering off my original career track, but the day I told him I was leaving Wall Street, he said, “Everyone has to find their own way. There’s no shame in that.”
“No, you’re right,” I said. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
“Because you care about me,” she replied simply. “And now, before you leave, I want another game. A real one.”
“I promise.”
She beat my ass for real this time.
After finishing the game, I headed home. I took out my phone to text Tess about Gran figuring out my chess tactic. I had no idea why I wanted to share it with her, but I just did. I had a dozen messages in the group chat I shared with Becca and David, but I wanted to text her first.
Liam: Gran caught on that I’ve been letting her win on purpose. It’s all your fault.
Tess: Why mine?
Liam: Instead of focusing on the game, I was thinking about you. I still am. Is that crazy? The first thing I wanted to do was share this with you.
Tess: Hmm...this is you biding your time?
Liam: I want to see you. Not in the office, somewhere else.
It was true; I did tell her I’d be biding my time, but I just needed to see her again. Taste her again.
I watched the phone as the words Tess is typing... appeared. They stayed on for so long that I wondered if she was deleting and typing again. I could push, suggest a meeting point myself, but I wanted this to be on her terms so she’d be comfortable. I just wanted her; the where and when didn’t matter.
Tess: I’m going to a fashion week event in two days. Proenza Schouler. I have one spare ticket, because Skye can’t come. Want to join me?
I would have preferred a more intimate setting, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no.
Liam: Yes. Absolutely.
Tess: Great. My goal is to get some inspiration for designs and network a bit.
Liam: I have other goals. Making you blush. Kissing you. Learning you.
Tess: Be careful what you wish for, Liam. You might get more than you’re bargaining for.
I laughed at her unexpected reply. I’d been counting on her telling me I had to behave again, not tease me like this.