Chapter Thirty Six

“It is not ridiculous for me to think this. He looks at you with the eyes of a man who has claim to you.” Dash said. 

“There is such thing as the claim of friendship.” Tess replied. 

“And friendship requires late night visits to his hotel room?” he asked, making Tess even more angry. 

“I’ve never been to his hotel room late at night, for goodness’ sake. I’m hardly the type to carry on a brief affair, or did you miss the hopeless-in-bed description?” she said. As the words left her mouth, she realized with chagrin she’d given Dash what he wanted—a definite answer to whether or not she was sleeping with David.

He didn’t look smug, however. He was too busy glaring at her. “Stop repeating that bitch’s words as if they are gospel. She knows nothing of you or your passions. You will be a consuming