Sophia leaned back against her front door, heart still drumming from the goodbye kiss Nate had pressed to her lips. Five seconds. Ten, if she counted the way he’d pulled back, then stolen one more just because he could.
She was still catching her breath when Jazz crossed her arms and pinned her with a look that could strip paint.
“Okay, Miss ‘I’m Not Dating My Billionaire Boss’ — explain the half-naked man in your kitchen and the kiss I just saw from the window. And do it fast before I combust.”
Sophia groaned and shoved herself off the door. “Coffee first. Then gossip.”
Jazz followed her like a cat on the scent of scandal, phone already out and recording for her private collection of blackmail material. “You cooked him breakfast? Who are you and what have you done with my workaholic b
