Chapter 23
SOPHIE WESLEY
Knox was at the window when I walked into the private lounge, a wine glass in hand, eyes fixed outside at something I couldn't see.
I paused, my fingers tight on my purse, heat rising in my throat for absolutely no reason.
"You asked to see me," I said, my voice lower than I intended.
He turned. His eyes moved over me once before settling on my face.
"You seem quite comfortable with Anthony," he said, "for a woman who's already married."
My breath caught.
"We were just having a conversation---"
"No third parties... That was in the contract." He set the glass on the window, then crossed the room and stopped in front of me, close enough that our bodies almost touched.
I tightened my grip on my purse, my throat tightening. "You're misreading the situation,
