CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TRAVIS
Viola may be a smartass, but she knows her stuff. I study her mouth as she talks about the articles of the European Community Treaty in detail. She notices me staring and stops.
“What?” Her eyes narrow, and I flash a little smirk and shake my head.
“The main point of this is not to have misleading advertising. It’s not like the American market where we can basically insinuate someone’s boobs will grow or they’ll lose a hundred pounds in a week. Or you’ll get chicks if you drink Bud Light. It’s stricter. We do have the Federal Trade Commission, but the European treaty is that on steroids,” she continues and then stops abruptly. “Are you even listening?”
“You have no idea.” My lips tilt up, hanging on her every word.
She fidgets under my gaze. “Anything else?”
