The next afternoon, I walk into Jana’s office. Her legs are stretched out, her ankles crossed on top of her desk, showing the red bottoms of her expensive black heels. The phone is to her ear, but she waves me in and laughs at whatever the person says on the other end.
“You’re crazy. Paisley, just worry about your Russian love. I gotta go.” She hangs up and sets her cell phone on the desk, not bothering to straighten up. “So?”
I sit in the chair on the opposite side of her desk. “He’s on board.”
A slow smile forms on her face. “I knew you’d do it. You’re a go-getter like me.” I open my mouth, but she holds up her hand. “I don’t need to know any of the kinky s**t you did to seal the deal.”
My mouth drops open. “I did nothing.”
She laughs and lets her feet fall to the floor, sliding her
