"How could I ever forget that?" she said with a tight, forced smile.
"You look as though you’ve swallowed a lime," Chase grinned.
"Fine, let's talk in the living room, or if you want something to drink, there’s an opened bottle of wine in the fridge, or you can make yourself tea or coffee. It’s your mansion kitchen. I’m sure you’ll be able to find what you need."
With that, she swung round and headed to her bedroom, fuming at the way he had invaded her privacy, fuming at the way he saw fit to say exactly what happened to be on his mind, fuming at her evening, which she had neatly planned and which would now be spent in a state of edge-of-the-seat nervous tension.
She went to her bedroom and gazed at her mutinous reflection in the mirror. Her colour was up. Her hair was not in the neat
