Maya's laughter cut sharp through the music.
"PIERCE Group?" She pressed a manicured hand to her chest like Sloane had just told the funniest joke she'd ever heard. "Honey. Declan Pierce? Do you hear yourself right now?"
Every head at the table swung toward Sloane like a synchronized performance.
She didn't flinch. Didn't blink. Didn't give them a single c***k to pry open.
"I know." She tilted her head, voice smooth as spilled wine. "Sounds unlikely. But what can I say?" A small, devastating smile. "He
just likes me."
The laughter faltered.
Because she wasn't laughing with them. She was completely, dangerously calm — and that calm was contagious in the worst
possible way. Doubt flickered across faces. Eyes cut sideways. Maya's smile tightened at the corners.
She's not joking. Sl
