“Did you have a good show?”
Vince's voice slides out low and casual, like he’s asking about the weather instead of referring to last night’s nightmare playing in my head on a loop.
I lean against the doorframe of his stupidly neat study, arms folded, eyes bored. “If you mean the part where Lior moaned your name like a desperate b***h in heat—sure. A solid performance. I see why you keep him around.”
After I pulled that stunt in breakfast, he sent for me two hours later. Why? I'm about to find out. To be fair, I also needed a word with him.
After all, he was the one I was searching for last night that led me to stumble on that interesting sight.
His eyes narrow slightly, but a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Ah, but the real question, Tamsin, is—did you enjoy it?”
I snort. “H
