"Slap yourself out of this rubbish," Riley muttered as she got out of the office. She was taking this too far.
"Did you say something?" Alistair asked, coming after her.
"N-no…" Riley shrugged, walking ahead, too scared to meet his gaze.
They rode the elevator in silence, neither speaking. When they finally stepped out of the building, the bustling sounds of the street pulled them back to reality.
A white Mercedes pulled up. The driver handed the keys to Alistair, who thanked him and opened the door for her.
Riley felt the stares before she even got in. Wicked looks from some of the ladies made her quicken her pace to sit down, hoping to escape their eyes.
Alistair got in beside her and drove off. He wasn't a fast driver—or maybe he just chose not to be, unlike Tristan, who never slowed down for anyone.
