“Thirsty much?”
The voice behind me makes me turn, and my stomach sinks the moment I see who it is.
Stephanie.
She is dressed in a short red top and low-rise jeans that cling to her figure. The sight of her makes irritation rise in me. Is she at a football game or heading to a nightclub?
“Hi, Stephanie,” I say quietly, hoping she will not linger. Unfortunately, she is sitting right behind me, so there is no easy escape.
“You are right about Jaxon being attractive,” she says, smiling in a way that makes me uncomfortable. “I have been giving him massages, and it is such a treat. The sounds he makes when I press on his sore muscles…” Her grin widens as she lets her words hang in the air.
What on earth?
“I am glad you do your job well, Stephanie. Good for you,” I reply, keeping my tone
