Trying to hide my embarrassment, I placed a hand on my hip and faced him. I wondered just how much of our conversation he might’ve overheard.
Hopefully not all of it.
“Just playing the role of the loving doting wife,” I tried to maintain my cool and composure, but my strained voice betrayed me.
“Your first day here and you’re already bullying my employees,” he said calmly.
“Maybe your employees shouldn’t go around threatening people,” I bit back, then unable to resist, I added, “And maybe you should stop sleeping with your workers, it’s demeaning.”
His expression didn’t waver, though his eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t bother to deny my accusations, meaning I was right, and that stirred an uncomfortable sensation in my gut.
Not wanting to have any more of this conversation, I excused m
