The Double Life of My Hot Secretary
I kept my gaze on her, then looked past her at Beverly, “your friend won’t be with you tonight.”
Beverly blinked, “what?”
Eve turned to me, eyes wide. “Adam.”
I didn't let go of her wrist, “text her when you’re inside.”
Beverly looked between us, confused and scared, then nodded because Eve nodded too. She shut the door and hurried inside without looking back.
Eve pulled her wrist free once Beverly disappeared, “you can’t just announce where I’m sleeping like you own my calendar.”
I drove to my penthouse without answering anything else. She sat beside me with her arms folded, bare legs pressed together, jaw tight. Every few minutes, she looked at my hands on the wheel, then looked away.
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