James Sinclair
As soon as Olivia and that Anthony guy walked away, my mood soured like milk left out too long.
Everything I’d done today to forget her—to push her out of my mind—was shattered the moment I saw her face. All the effort, all the distraction, went straight out the window.
Amber let out a low chuckle beside me. “Well, that was... unexpected,” she said, her tone too damn amused for my liking. “Didn’t think you’d bump into your little secretary tonight, huh?”
I gritted my teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response. I wasn’t in the mood for her games, but Amber was never one to let things go easily.
“She’s a little young for you, don’t you think?” Amber continued. “But I get it. She’s got that innocent, wide-eyed look. Bet she’s never been with a man like you
