A Divorced Billionaire Heiress For The Mafia Don
She’s beamed.
“Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I smiled.
Leah turned to look at the girl beside her, saying, “This is my assistant, Maya, and we brought you some Biscotti.”
“What are those?” I peered at the container.
“Oh, I forgot you aren’t Italian. Well, they are cookies suitable for dipping in coffee or wine,” Leah explained.
How did she know I liked cookies?
Maya smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I shrugged it off, guessing she might have had a misunderstanding with her boss. She extended the container to me, and I collected it, expressing gratitude. Maybe I could invite them in for some company.