Opal eyed her like she was insane as they sat at the boardroom table with coffees between them. “He saw you naked.”
“Yes.”
“Then you hit him.”
“In the back of the head.” She had never casually raised a hand to anyone. She was devolving. She was sure of it.
“You’re going to marry him.”
“It keeps a cartel leader from putting a bullet in my head.”
“Do you want to marry him?”
“Nobody wants to marry a man they don’t love, Opal.” She wanted to marry him. She wanted it all and it strangely included Malik. She was going to die of a broken heart.
“But you’re lusting after him.”
“I never said that!”
“Girl,” Opal leaned back in her chair, curling her arms over her ample bosom and smirking, “you don’t have to. I have known you three years. In all of this time, the closest I’ve seen you to a
