My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
she presses carefully.
I laugh, but it comes out brittle. “Oh, come on, Nova. Sandy’s been my dad’s secretary for years. You know how that story goes. The typical CEO and secretary, classic romance. It’s practically a cliché.”
I look at Sandy for backup, but for a second, there’s something strange in her eyes. Fear, maybe. Guilt? No, that can’t be right.
Nova must be rubbing off on me, making me see ghosts where there aren’t any.