(35) Her Boss's Boss

Xavier's POV

I grab a sparkling champagne flute from a passing waiter and toast it to Even who is now standing in a far corner of the room. He's mingling with some folks but his eyes are glued to me, seemly watching my every move. I smirk at the sour expression on his face before downing the glass in one go.

Man, if looks could kill. I'll be dead dead right now. I want to laugh in his ridiculous face but opt against it and instead flash a smug smile.

"There you are," Sajjan pops into view just as Zoey exists the hallway. The woman looks over at us for a brief second as she passes by. There is hurt and frustration in her gaze which is quickly snuff out when she heads over to Ethan. I watch in silence as she smiles at the man and the trio he is standing with. Oddly enough, the expression does not reach her beautiful bright eyes. "We should dance, this is a classic."

My gaze moves from a seemly unhappy Zoey to the woman in front of me. "I do agree with that but you know me, I do not dance