CHAPTER 23
As Sterling held the chair out for her, Amelia sank into the plush cushion, the weight of his polite gesture feeling impossibly heavy. A torrent of angry thoughts immediately flooded her mind, her conscience screaming at her.
“What the heck are you doing, Amelia?” she berated herself in the back of her head, the silent scolding feeling louder than any sound in the room. In one impulsive, sarcastic move, she had just escalated their simple ‘dinner’ into a full-blown declaration of war, and her stomach clenched in a knot of regret and rising panic.
Sterling took the seat next to her, and the moment he did, he leaned in, his voice a low, amused whisper for her ears alone. “You’ve been here five minutes and already made a powerful enemy.”
His words, meant to be a commendation,
