“When can I see you again?”
I joked, “I’m sure Faye can tell you that.”
He laughed. “Seriously. We should have a drink together sometime. What do you say?”
“I say you’re ten times smarter than me, you have more money, and I’m beneath you. A drink together is out of the question.”
He waved a finger at me. “Don’t cut yourself short. Literature professors with handsome green eyes are my weakness.”
I pushed in my chair like a gentleman and replied, “Let me think about it, Mr. Brae.”
“I’m a patient man.” He handed over one of his business cards.
The card reflected a silver and white hue with streaks of black. It resembled a shiny diamond. I tucked the card away.
“Faye knows how to get a hold of me if you want to reach out to me.”
He chuckled yet again. “You like to play hard to get, don’t you?”
“Whatever you want to call it.”
“I like games, Paul. This won’t be the last time we see each other.”