A TASTE OF SIN
He was a pawn like the others, and pawns could sleep with whomever they pleased.
"Brinna!" A voice interrupted my thoughts, snapping me back to the present. I turned around, and there she was my old assistant, Jenny. A shrewd and capable girl with a sharp tongue and sharper instincts.
Jenny is standing in front of me in a fitted black business suit, her dark ponytail swinging slightly as she moved. She held a cup of coffee in one hand, her other hand gripping a folder against her hip.
"I'm so glad I ran into you here," Jenny said with a professional smile, her tone warm and enthusiastic as she held my arms in a quick embrace.