How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires by Marian Tee

sir.”
                “Do you have a date tonight?”
                This time, I totally lied. “Yes.”
                Before he could answer, I walked past him, heart beating even faster. When I got to my office, George took one look at my outfit and grinned. "Va-va-voom, baby!"
                Arian just stuck up her nose.
                Yeah, well, what-e-ver.
                I grinned back at George as I went to my cubicle. "Alyx and I have a bridal shower to attend tonight." Then I giggled. "Or bachelorette party rather. Since I have a feeling it's not going to be a wholesome affair."
    "Ooooh. You'll have strippers?"
    “Yeah, probably.”
    Voice lowering, George whispered, “Won’t Mr. Kastein have something to say about that?”
    I slowly shook my head. “It’s not his business.”
    Lunch time, I actually managed to remember to leave at exactly noon. George and I walked inside the cafeteria arm in arm, which was a good thing since I almost lost my balance when I saw Constantijin with Arian – again. My chest squeezed painfully when she actually took the seat next to him.
    WTF?
    "Gold-digger," George muttered.
    "No." I had to say it. Even if I believed the same. I just had to say no. I had never liked talking about other people behind their backs. "She's just - I guess - she just likes him a lot."
    George rolled his eyes. "I hope he's not stupid enough to fall for her."
    I shook my head. Even I didn’t think that. But still – what if he had sex with her? Would I be able to bear that?
                An urge to cry hit me unexpectedly, and I had to look down, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling. It seemed so incredibly long ago since the last time I was in Constantijin’s arms. Did he not like me anymore? I had heard about men blowing hot and cold. I understood it in theory, but the reality was so much harder than I expected.
                “I’ll bet you a hundred dollars he’s into you, though.”
                I smiled humorlessly at George’s attempt to comfort me. “You’re on.”
                George’s phone suddenly rang and he excused himself, leaving me all alone in my booth. I felt like a loser with a capital L and wondered if Arian and Constantijin were glancing my way. What if they were laughing at me?
                The thought hurt, but I was the type to confront my fears head on so I forced myself to look up.
                Constantijin was staring at me.
                He shouldn’t have been – not with Arian talking so animatedly next to him – but he was, and I couldn’t understand the dark emotions in his eyes. His lips were compressed in a tight line, as if he was holding his anger in check. Was he actually mad at me?
                Arian abruptly stopped speaking as her eyes bore through mine. I forced myself to look away. I felt the burning sensation of being glared at from my right, where Arian and Constantijin were.
    I gulped. Oh, man! Arian as a frenemy was bad enough, but as an all out enemy? That was going to be hell.
    “Thank God you’re back,” I exclaimed when George returned to our table. I stood up and dragged him with me before he could take a seat. “We have to go, it’s an emergency.”
    "But I didn't finish my lunch yet---" he protested.
    “ Emergency ,” I gritted out.
    With a sigh, he let me drag him out of the cafeteria. We passed by Arian’s table as we did, and she was all alone, Constantijin nowhere to be found.
    She smiled. It was a scary sight, and I had to force myself not to run from it. “Hurry,” I hissed at George. Honestly, I felt like that black-haired ghost from Ringu was after me.
    But just like that ghost, Arian was impossible to escape.
    When we got to our office, Arian was at our heels. I jumped at the sound of the door slamming shut, feeling like I was suddenly trapped in a cage with a killer