Third Person's POV
Dwight didn't look the least bit ashamed that his thoughts had been exposed.
He said, "I just don't think someone like you would be interested in racing, so I'm a little curious."
"Someone like me?" Melanie looked straight into his eyes.
At the same moment, the usual warm, apple-scented pheromones surrounding her suddenly felt coated in ice, growing cold and sharp. "Mr. Santos, are we close? Do you know me well? Since you think you know me so well, why don't you tell me, what exactly is a person like me?"
In Dwight's eyes, Melanie had always been quiet, gentle, and maybe even a little shy.
But he was convinced it was all an act—that she was manipulative underneath.
Otherwise, she never would have pulled such a dirty stunt to get Archer back then, and then acted al
