A million questions bubbled up in Anathea's mind, but she resisted the urge to ask them and shook her head. "Nothing."
Gregory stared at her for a few seconds. When he found nothing amiss in her expression, he took her word for it and sat on the couch. He crossed his legs casually and said, "Cut to the chase."
He spoke to her so indifferently that she might as well be a stranger. His treatment of her now was worlds apart from last night when he'd pinned her against the door and degraded her.
For a moment, Anathea couldn't tell which was the real Gregory, not that it mattered now. She had come here for a purpose.
"Mr. Sinclair," Anathea began.
However, Gregory snorted as soon as the words left her mouth. "Oh, are you addressing me as 'Mr. Sinclair' now? You had no trouble calling me by my first name last night."
Stumped as Anathea was by his sarcasm, she maintained a placid expression and said courteously, "I came here to apologize for overstepping last night. I should have known
