Forbidden Collection
“It was good, I guess… but a whole lot.”
She narrowed her eyes, lips pursed. “Uh-uh. That’s not the kind of answer I need to that question, sweetheart.” She sank down beside me, tucking one leg under herself, and started twisting a brunette curl around her finger the way she always did when she was bracing for bad news. “ I want DETAILS.” she added, voice low.
I groaned, took the glass, and swallowed a mouthful that burned all the way down. “The CEO’s husband did the interview. Mrs. Zara Shawn wasn’t there. Just him.” I stared at the dark liquid swirling in the glass.