MY WILD OBSESSION
“It was work. I wrapped it up. Ivy dropped by.”
Amelia’s expression shifts instantly.
“Dropped by?” she repeats, slow, and lethal.
Then she steps away from me, straight toward Ivy.
Her eyes drag over her body, deliberate, cutting.
“Why would she drop by on you,” Amelia continues, voice low, “dressed like that?”
She stops right in front of her, unfazed.
“I can literally see your nipples,” she adds, her tone slicing clean through the room. “Are you that desperate for Hardin’s attention?”