Twisted-Games

Biggest regret? Inaction.
Rhys didn’t elaborate on his vague answers, and I didn’t push him. He’d
already given me more than I’d expected, and if I pushed too hard, he would
shut down.
Eventually, I worked up the courage to bring up something that had been
needling me for the past few weeks.
The honey wine helped. It made me all warm and buzzy, and it eroded
my inhibitions with every sip.
“About the indoor festival you set up for Rokbury…”
Rhys stabbed at a piece of beef, ignoring the table of women ogling him
from the corner. “What about it?”
“My friends didn’t know what I was talking about when I mentioned it to
them.” I’d checked with Ava and Stella too, just in case, and they’d both
stared at me like I’d grown two heads.
“So?”
I finished my wine, my nerves jumping all over the place. “So, you said
my friends helped you with the setup.”
Rhys chewed quietly, not answering me.
“Did you…” A strange lump formed in my throat. I blamed it on too
much food. “Did you come up with the idea? And set it up all by yourself?”
“It’s not a big deal.” He continued eating without looking at me.
I’d known it was him since my phone call with Jules, but hearing him
confirm it was a whole other matter.
The butterflies in my stomach escaped all at once, and the lump in my
throat grew. “It is a big deal. It was…very thoughtful. As was tonight. Thank
you.” I spun my silver ring around my finger. “But I don’t understand why
you didn’t tell me it was your idea, or why you did it all. You don’t even like
me.”
Rhys’s brow scrunched. “Who said I didn’t like you?”
“You.”
“I never said that.”
“You implied it. You’re always so grumpy and scolding me.”
“Only when you don’t listen.”
I bit back a tart reply. The night was going so well, and I didn’t want to
ruin it, even if he made me feel like a misbehaving child sometimes.
“I didn’t tell you because it was inappropriate,” he added gruffly. “You’re
my client. I should not be…doing those types of things.”