He looked completely unbothered. “I was going to tell you.”
“When?” I asked. “After they were already here and I had nothing arranged?”
“I would have told you,” he said calmly, “if you hadn’t interrupted and distracted me that day.”
I frowned. “Which day?”
He leaned back slightly, that unmistakable smug look settling on his face.
“The day I was on a video call with Irene.”
I froze.
Oh.
“That day?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied smoothly. “You assumed I was speaking to another woman.”
My cheeks warmed instantly.
“I did not assume,” I protested.
He simply looked at me, the smugness not leaving his face.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
Before I could overthink anything, I lunged at him across the desk, aiming purely to wipe that smug expression off his face.
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