But he had. He’d actually accused her of putting a date, then dates, above the good of the company. The punk.
It had taken all of Sam’s self-control to keep from answering back. Sophie had pounded at the walls of her prison, hurling some truly clever and devastating responses at him. Sam had coldly waited until Ric was finished, then she’d handed him the gift for his slut of the week, and the box of condoms he’d had the pharmacy deliver to the office, instead of his home. Not just a punk, but a jerk, too.
Sam had made it out of the office, out of the building, without hitting him with either of those items, her purse, or a volley of words, all of which he totally deserved. She’d spent the drive home penning various vituperative versions of a resignation letter.
It was only after she’d c
