Our Way

by T.L. Swan

His eyes go back to Nathan, and they stare at each other for a moment. Something is exchanged between them, although I’m not sure what it is. Nathan’s eyes come back to me. Fuck. “We need to get back to our table. Let’s go, baby.” I smile as I pull Nathan by the arm. “Nice to see you, Dr. Morgan,” I say in a rush. Go away, now. “Henry,” he corrects me. “And do come quickly. The sooner you are under me, the better.” Nathan stares at him. “Working under me, I mean.” He chuckles. “That sounded wrong, didn’t it?” “Not to mention deluded,” Nathan replies dryly. “Goodbye.” I fake a giggle. “Lovely to see you again.” I drag Nathan back to the table. Oh, crap. Nathan sits down with a thud. He tips his head back and takes a huge gulp of his scotch. I smile around my champagne glass. Oh, great. Nathan’s eyes meet mine. “I thought you said your boss was old.” “He is old.” I lie as I try to act casual. He raises an eyebrow. “Why did you tell him I was your boyfriend?” I put my hand on his thigh under the table. “I tell a lot of people you’re my boyfriend,” I whisper.