Chapter 45 The final truce

(The final truce)

Grayson held up a paper bag, ‘I thought maybe you'd like some wontons or whatever'

She frowned, ‘That doesn't answer the question. What are you....why are you here Mr Grayson??'.

‘You can just call me Gray', he answered, ‘We're no longer at the office. Can I sit here?'.

Her eyes darted to the empty seat and she shook her head, ‘I don't think so. You shouldn't be here sir and I don't care if it's out of work, it's inappropriate'.

‘We've done a lot of—'

‘You're messing with me'

‘I'm not'

‘Then what do you want?'

‘To talk'

‘About what??'

‘Us'

‘There is no Us!'

‘There is and you know exactly what I'm talking about'.

She scoffed loudly as she just couldn't believe her ears, ‘All we had was just one night Mr Gray, just one night together which you denied for the past four months. You made me think that I was crazy and now you're here with a bag of wontons thinking I'd forgive you??'.

Grayson took a seat irrespective of her wanting him around and placed the bag between the