A Game Of Chess

A deafening silence took over the place.

Ace stared at her, his expression unreadable. Zara's heart pounded as she clenched the fabric of her dress, bracing for his reaction. 

Then as if in a cue, Zara and Ace let out a sigh in sync. 

Ace dropped his gaze, returning his focus to the file he was picking up. 

Zara's hands were still trembling, her lips clenched between her teeth as she awaited Ace's response.

Ace stood up, rearranging his files on the table. 

He let the stretch for a while, only raising his gaze to meet hers as he took his seat.

"Last night?" Ace asked, baffled. "I have no idea what you are talking about." 

Zara swallowed. Hard. 

Her heart dropped into her stomach, blood rushing up her cheek, 'What? He doesn't remember?' 

"You called…"

"You were thinking about me?" His lips twitched, but his eyes remained cold. "Am I supposed to be flattered, Ms. Quinn?"