Crossroad to Love (Fab Five Series) - By Anna Kristell Page 0,38

I thought we could have more privacy in my room. I am not trying to seduce you. I promised you that I would be a good boy and I will keep that promise. We do need to clear the air and it might be better to do it with no one else around. I will behave as long as you want me to, I promise.”

Angie could tell Michael was deadly serious. There was no joking around now. He really did want to talk to her. Was he thinking along the same lines as Angie was? Did he want to try for reconciliation? Or did he want to clear the air and tell her there was no future between them and that theirs was to be a strictly professional relationship now? There was only one way to find out. She would agree to go to his suite, have dinner, and talk. Whatever happened after that, well…I really need to make sure nothing happens after that. If I sleep with Michael again after all these years, I will be lost forever. It had taken her years to get over missing him. She could not risk opening herself up to that kind of hurt again. But wasn’t that exactly what she was doing by working with him, dining with him, talking with him? And what if the conversation came around to her secret, which she was going to have to eventually tell him if they were going to work out their differences? How would he react? And how could she relive the agony all over again?

She took a deep breath, looked Michael straight in the eyes, and said, “All right, I will call your bluff, Mr. Gray. I’ll agree to go to your suite, order room service, and have polite conversation and possibly a serious discussion. I will hold you to your promise that nothing will happen after that, unless I agree to it.”

Michael looked at her for a long moment and said simply, “Right this way, Mrs. Gray.”

Where did that come from? Mrs. Gray? Yes, she had kept his name all these years. She had not been able to give it up. She had given up too much. It was the one thing she could hold on to of his. Of course, when asked why she still went by the name Angie Gray, she always said it was because that was how she had been known professionally. I’ve always used that career as an excuse when I did not want to face reality. It had become her crutch for all of these years.

“Mrs. Gray, now is it? We are being formal this evening,” she teased him as she walked beside him.

“No, I just like calling you Mrs. Gray. It still has a nice ring to it after all these years.”

She smiled to herself. Her heart leapt into her throat at his words. This was going to be a very strange evening indeed. Was she up to it?

He led her into his suite on the fourth floor of the hotel. “Actually, my dear, I was hoping you would agree to my plan, and I took the liberty of ordering the food already. I ordered all of your old favorites. I just have to call down and let them know what time we want the meal delivered. I’ll go ahead and give them a buzz. Pour yourself a glass of champagne. It’s chilling over there.” He pointed to the desk, where the bottle of bubbly sat in a bucket of ice, two fluted glasses next to it.

“You really have thought of everything, haven’t you?” She could be angry that he was so presumptuous, but she wasn’t. Why spoil a nice evening?

Michael made his phone call and came over to the couch to sit beside Angie, taking the glass of champagne that she had poured for him.

He toasted her with his glass and said softly, “Angie, we have to get our feelings resolved before we get back to work next week. We are going to have a long, serious talk about where we stand with each other. Don’t you agree?” He took a strand of her long, brown hair between his fingers and twirled it. He brushed her forehead with his hand, caressed her cheek, and touched her lips with his fingers. His touch scorched her skin.

She slowly took a sip of champagne and looked at him. She touched his face and smiled, “I agree, but Michael, you can’t just rush me up to your