In order to continue at his side for the rest of the evening, I switched off my emotions. I was polite to everyone, even to him, but I was coolly distant. Funnily enough, I sensed my indifference caused some intrigue among some of the guests.
Like I cared.
I cared nothing for them.
I wanted to be away from them and away from this man beside me who was suddenly a callous stranger.
“I appear to have lost my date,” Henry said as he approached us, and the latest gaggle of admirers around my boss departed.
“Did you try the bar?” Caine said.
“Yes.” Henry grinned at him, unperturbed by his mocking. “And before you ask I also tried the restroom.” He slanted a look at me and instantly frowned. “Everything all right, Lexie?”
“I’m fine,” I muttered before finishing off the last of my champagne. I’d been nursing it for an hour.
“Another glass?” Caine asked, and I was gratified to note the uncertainty in his query.
“No, thank you,” I replied, full of demure politeness.
“Is it just me or is it chillier on this side of the room?” Henry quirked an eyebrow at Caine.
“Not just you.” Caine’s gaze burned into me as I studiously avoided it.
“Okay, then. Well … since I’m not interrupting any scintillating conversation over here, Caine, I was speaking to Kipling earlier. He mentioned some business that may interest you.”
“Lead the way …” I noted him starting to follow Henry out of the corner of my eye and then stopping. “Alexa, are you coming?”
I still didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. “Yes. I just need to use the restroom.”
The tension between us rose to new levels as he waited for me to look at him. I didn’t. Finally Caine said, “We’ll be right over there.”
As I watched him walk away, I let the ache I was holding down inside me unfurl.
I was done. I wouldn’t let any man talk to me the way he did.
Every time I thought we were going somewhere, he proved me wrong, and my frustration at the ups and downs in our relationship was at boiling point. It was time to leave before I let my anger erupt in public.
Instead of heading to the restrooms, I made for the exit, my breathing harsh in my ears as I attempted to manage the pain and fury. That meant I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me as I marched down the narrow corridor toward the front door.
A strong hand gripped my arm and I let out a soft cry as I found myself jerked into an alcove opposite the front door. I pressed back into it as Caine’s cologne tingled my nose and senses when he leaned into me. He rested his hands on the wall at either side of my head, caging me in.
“Get out of my way.”
“Lexie—”
I glowered up at him. “I said get the hell out of my way.”
Caine cursed. “Lexie,” he said, his voice hoarse, “I’m sorry.”
Not wanting to crumble in my resolve, I looked over his shoulder, avoiding his dark, liquid gaze. “I’m tired and you have a party to get back to.”
“Don’t do this,” he growled, pressing his fingers against my jaw and gently forcing my gaze back to his. “I fucked up … but don’t shut me out.”
After his behavior tonight he had the audacity to ask that of me? “Are you kidding me?”
He briefly closed his eyes, and there was remorse written all over his face. “Jesus, Lex, I should never have said what I said. As soon as the words were out of my mouth …” He lowered his head and I found my eyes caught in his. “You are the last person in the world I want to hurt.”
My mouth trembled with emotion and I fought the burn of tears. “Then why?”
Caine looked at his feet and when a few seconds passed without an answer I huffed in annoyance and pushed at his chest. “Get out of my way.”
“No.” He lifted his head, eyes heated. “I fucked up and I’m apologizing. Let’s leave it at that.”
Anger curled in my gut. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”
His jaw clenched. “Lexie—”
“If you say my name one more time I’m going to scream bloody murder. Just get out of my way, Mr. Carraway.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Alexa—”
“Why?” I pushed up from the wall, pressing my body against his, turning the tables on him, trapping him. “Why? What happened? We were fine when we got here and then suddenly you started acting like I’m the enemy again. Or worse … like I’m a Holland whore you can pass off to someone else when you get bored w—”
“Wrong.” He pushed me back into the wall, his features harsh, his words guttural with feeling. “I’m a jealous bastard who watched man after man flirt with you and I can’t stand the thought of you being with one of them. I said something I didn’t mean because of it.” His chest heaved with emotion.