Third Person POV
Reid was at home. Every corner of his house now screamed with Alison’s absence. He had originally planned to apologize properly to Alison at the restaurant tonight, but Alison really shouldn’t have treated Daphne that way. Daphne was only eighteen. There was no need to take things so seriously with a teenager.
Just then, Britta walked into his study dressed provocatively and brought him a cup of coffee. “Come on, Reid. Don’t tell me that you are still worried about her? She is just throwing a tantrum. If you ignore her, she will fall in line on her own.”
She placed the cup of coffee on Reid’s desk and proceeded to sit on his lap. Her neckline was too low, and the dress was too short. It was impossible not to stare. Reid felt uncomfortable and tried to push her away,
