Chapter 9: The Happy Little Homemaker
"I can't believe this," Trent grumbled as he drove them to her apartment. His slender fingers squeezed the faux leather of the steering wheel. "Why did I sign that f*****g paper?"
Sasha was resting in the passenger seat with her eyes closed. "Because you didn't have a choice," she murmured. "You know how much trouble you'd be in if we went through with the suit. I saved your butt."
Trent responded with a curse that made Sasha grin. She'd never heard herself say something so dirty before. "s****l harassment training? I've gotten a lifetime of that in just the last two days!"
"Boohoo," Sasha said. "It's hard to be a girl."
"It is!" he fumed. "I went across the street to get coffee today, and every f*****g guy hit on me! I just wanted a cup of coffee
