“Tell me your fiancée isn’t screwing her personal trainer.”
The office door slammed open so hard it nearly bounced back off the wall.
Leonardo jerked violently in his chair, immediately choking on the coffee he had just swallowed.
“What the f**k—”
He grabbed a napkin, coughing hard while glaring across the office at Ines who looked like she had just come back from committing armed robbery.
Her chest was rising unevenly beneath her blazer, strands of hair falling messily around her face from how fast she must have driven over here. Her car keys were still clenched tightly in her fist.
Leonardo finally stopped coughing and pointed at her accusingly.
“One day,” he rasped, “you’re actually going to kill me.”
Ines didn’t blink.
“Tell me your fiancée isn’t screwing her personal trainer.
