“How heartless can you be? I've never stood anyone up." Casper’s lips hovered just inches from hers. "I'm not like you, Ms. Valerie. You knew Robin and I were waiting and chose to ignore us completely. That's hardly charming."
He was twisting the truth—that was Casper for you.
Eliza eyed him with a cool indifference, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Seems like your memory is slipping with age, Mr. Casper. When did I ever agree to meet you? When did this supposed stand-up happen?"
"That’s beside the point. What matters is that you didn't show up, which put me in a horrible mood."
His nose finally brushed against hers.
She turned her face to the side, dodging him. "And what do you plan to do about it?"
"How about you spend the night with me, and we call it even?"
A playful grin spread across his face. Eliza raised her hand, ready to slap him, but he caught her wrist firmly. "Ms. Valerie, that’s not very nice."
"I have no quarrel with you. Why are you humiliating me? Is it just because I resemble your late wife? Or is it that you were so used to mistreating her that seeing someone who looks like her brings out your need to dominate?"
She thought her words would at least embarrass him.
Instead, he smirked, nodding slightly. "You're right. I won't let any woman who looks like my late wife get away, especially someone who looks exactly like her, Ms. Valerie."
"Val..." Aaron's voice echoed from outside.
He heard some noise from the men's restroom and walked in. "Val, you in here?"
Just as Eliza was about to respond, Casper covered her mouth. "You wouldn’t want your boyfriend to see us... having a 'conversation,' would you?"
"Mr. Casper, my boyfriend isn't one to jump to conclusions. But if he knew you were messing with me, he wouldn't be too pleased with you."
Casper chuckled. "Am I supposed to be scared?"
"Val." Aaron kept walking in.
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