Something's wrong.
Neville's walls had gone up, higher and thicker than usual.
Grayson had the uncomfortable feeling that he had somehow made a serious miscalculation.
He seriously thought that Neville would like this 'dating' arrangement. They could get to know each other, spend more time together, and be in a much closer relationship.
But suggesting this as a fake would also give Neville an out in case he didn't want to be with him after all that time.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Maxwell?" Neville's voice snapped Grayson back to the present.
"No. That's all." What more could he say?
"Then I'll return to my duties." Neville rose from his chair mechanically. "The custom robot Mrs. Maxwell ordered should be ready for a progress check. I'll have a status report on your desk within the hour."
He turned and walked toward the door, his posture so rigidly professional that it made Grayson's teeth ache.
"Neville."
