The Invisible Heir
Jasmine asked, her voice very friendly despite the anger she was feeling.
Riley tilted her head, her smirk widening. “Hmm, I’ll take a vodka martini. Make it quick, though, I’m sure you’re busy, you know, scrubbing floors or whatever it is you do here. But I get it, you have to do what you do to survive.”
Astrid, Riley's friend chimed in, “ same drink for me. And make sure it’s not that cheap drink, you probably drink at home.”
Damon, the second guy with short neat hair, let his eyes slide over Jasmine's voluptuous body with a lustful look, his gaze slow and shameless. His grin was just as filthy.