“I suppose we should get back to work.” Eron rose.
“I thought you took the afternoon off.”
“I brought some stuff home with me.”
Garrett followed in submissive silence. Once back in the car, he stared straight ahead at the road. Humiliated and confused again, he couldn’t look Eron in the eye. Eron’s draw wasn’t his name or his money, but the man himself. For whatever reason, their attraction was instant. From a distance, Eron might live up to the pretentiousness of his last name, up close, he found out that Eron didn’t embody an ounce of haughtiness. Eron Lassiter was as humble and down to earth as any hotel clerk or grill cook.
The humiliation confused Garrett. Their first meeting was quick and a bit uncomfortable, but it was enjoyable, at least for him. The lunch date, if he wanted to call it that, was good-natured. Why had shame taken over once they finished?