Vincent’s eyes didn’t budge from Anna. She stayed focused on her plate, unaware of his heavy stare, until she finally looked up and caught his eye.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, her brow furrowing. “Why are you staring at me?”
Vincent leaned in. “Are you sure you aren’t having an affair with the boss?”
Anna suddenly choked on her food, her face turning red. Vincent jumped to action, sliding a cup of water toward her. “Here, take this,” he said, his voice dropping the suspicion for a moment of genuine concern. She grabbed the cup, gulped it down, and slowly her coughing died away.
“You’ve asked me this before,” she panted, wiping her mouth. “I told you, nothing is going on.”
“I saw the two of you,” Vincent countered, narrowing his eyes. “You stepped out of his car and he was actually
