Grace
My face flushed immediately.
Eleanor's smirk grew dangerously wide. “Ooh, look at you, all red and flustered. Something did happen, didn’t it? That’s why you’ve been twitchy and nervous all day!”
I swatted her hand away and brought mine to my cheeks, which, unfortunately, felt like lava.
“W-What are you talking about?” I said quickly, trying not to look like a cornered criminal. “Nothing happened. My face is always flushed. You know that. Don’t be so dramatic.”
She gave me a mocking stare. “Yes, your face does get flushed. But it’s usually when something makes it flushed. For example—oh, I don’t know, when something happens between you and that breathtaking man of yours.”
“I don’t have a man,” I muttered.
“Sure, but something did happen between you and your boss.”
“I’m seriou
