Lilian’s POV
I’m sitting in one of the cubicles of the ladies restroom, silently berating myself as Jenna chatters happily from the stall next to me. I am so stupid, I can’t believe I just threw myself at Daxton like that!
‘He better not be out there bidding on that damn jet ski’ Jenna huffs beside me as the rustle of her clothes is blotted out by the flush of the toilet.
Standing up, I right my own clothes, flushing and opening the door, walking toward the sink beside the bubbly woman who seems to have decided that I’m her new best friend.
Washing my hands, I nod along distractedly as Jenna continues to talk, grabbing a paper towel and handing it to me before taking one for herself and drying her hands.
‘Are you OK?’ she asks suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts.
‘Huh?’ I reply,
