Denton stops his Prius, looking gobsmacked.
“Oh my, this is special treatment,” he chuckles, and gets out of the car. He looks like he is bouncing on his heels. He starts chatting up the valet who directs us to take one of the elevators to the fortieth floor before driving off with the Prius.
We climb the twenty marble steps to the revolving doors that let the masses in and out of the impressive edifice that houses HH. The high-rise curves like a modern rendition of an hourglass. Two columns stand sentinel on each side of the glass doors. The message is unmistakable: power, detachment, defense. If that’s not Aiden’s motto, I don’t know what is.
Our elevator ascends at supersonic speed. My ears pop. I use these last few moments to recite the periodic table backward in Italian.
The doors ping open into a glistening black marble lobby. Sleek leather furniture lines the wraparound glass wall. Aiden obviously has a thing for airy surroundings. Denton looks around like a scientist at NASA. I bet he wishes he’d brought a camera. For my part, I left mine behind—there isn’t much about today I want to preserve.
We walk, or rather I walk and Denton bounces, to the reception desk manned by a stunning African American woman with green eyes. Bloody hell, if Aiden sees her every morning, what on earth was he doing with me? With every minute I spend in his kingdom, the chasm that separates us grows deeper and his decision becomes clearer.
Denton is chattering with the beauty before him—Alicia, apparently. To my embarrassment, he starts telling her about my “stupendous invention”. I blush until a voice I’ll know even dead calls behind me.
“Elisa,” Aiden says. I turn around to face him, and the rest of the world disappears from view.
He looks forbidden. Not Adam, but the apple. He is wearing a charcoal suit, a white shirt and a purple tie. Our clothes match. His eyes shift and burn the same way they did two days ago. The only difference is the circles underneath them. I have an urge to run my finger over his skin to wipe them off. I test my lungs for air and when I find it, I muster a smile.
“Good morning, Mr. Hale.”
He extends his hand and I reach for it, knowing full well what will happen the moment we touch. Yes, there it is. The zap, the heat, the stutter in my pulse. Like last time, he doesn’t shake my hand, he holds it. It looks like he is working very hard not to look anywhere below my chin. A very simple truth finds the tiniest of cracks in this moment to seep through: I have missed him.
“I trust you found the place okay?” he asks.
Okay, joke, blink, do…something. “Yes, it’s hard to miss one hundred forty meters of low-emissivity glass.”
He chuckles but the laughter has lost that waterfall sound it had two days ago.
“Ah, Mr. Hale.” Denton has torn himself from Alicia and bounces to us. “It’s good to see you again. Thank you for hosting me. I’m sure you understand I couldn’t miss this for the world.”
“Of course. It’s not a problem, Arthur.”
Denton bobs and chuckles. “Ah, no prouder moment for a professor than to see his student outdo him. I’m not at all surprised it turned out this way. I knew all along someone would see the potential of her little supplement.”
I study Aiden’s face. I expect it to harden because someone is wasting his time but, instead, his eyes soften.
“Yes, a little miracle,” he says, and for a moment I don’t think that he and Denton are talking about the same thing.
Aiden directs us to a conference room with another view of Mount Hood. As always, he steps back to allow us first. The conference room is intimate, smaller, with frosted glass walls, wood furniture and soft suede chairs. It feels less like an office and more like Aiden’s home. I can’t decide if this is meant to make me comfortable or not.
“Would you like something to drink?” Aiden asks us.
“I’d love some tea. Whatever you have handy,” says Denton. He takes one of the plushy chairs. Good, I was waiting to see where he would sit so I could sit next to him. I take the chair to his right.
“And you, Elisa?”
“Some water, Mr. Hale, thank you.”
As he gives the glass to me, I’m distracted by his long fingers. I take the water, trying not to touch them. I’m already at the edge and we haven’t even started. Idrogeno, 1.008. Elio, 4.003. Litio, 6.94. Berillio, 9.012…
Aiden sits at the head of the table, opposite the door—of course. I wonder why. Or am I being an overobservant science geek?
“Elisa, here is a copy of the sale agreement. Here is one for you too, Arthur. Why don’t you read it and we can discuss?”