Her heart racing so fast it made her nauseous, she tore her gaze from Thomas’s stunned face and forced it towards the door.
As she’d expected, Betty stood there, white as a sheet and gaping at the two of them. The woman, normally quite the chatterbox, had been rendered eerily silent.
Mia, though utterly mortified, took some small measure of comfort from the fact that at least they’d only been kissing—it would have been infinitely more embarrassing if Betty had walked in on them having s*x! But then… wouldn’t they have locked the door if they were going to have s*x? Or at the very least, closed it? Who knew? They clearly hadn’t been thinking straight to even kiss with the door wide open—Mia’s office was hardly King’s Cross train station, but being seen by James or Betty was entirely feasi
