"PLAYBOY NICHOLAS HUNTINGTON’S EPIC BATTLE FOR SEAFOOD RIGHTS"
The headline blared across the front page, accompanied by a photo of Nicholas standing defiantly in a fountain, brandishing what looked like a pair of salad tongs.
It wasn’t the worst headline we could have gotten. The photo, on the other hand...
“Mr. Huntington,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to the floor, “I can explain—”
“Your usefulness, Ms. Winchester, lies in ensuring that this kind of debacle does not occur. Since you’ve already failed at that, I suggest you refrain from speaking.”
Nicholas’s eyes sparked, and he began to rise before realizing he was nearly naked. “Are you seriously blaming Avy every time I decide to jump into a fountain?”
Mitchell’s demeanor was chillingly composed.
“Consider what you just said, r
