Stella's POV
He actually mistook me for a nightclub hostess.
I snapped back immediately, "I'm not a hostess! I came in to find someone, but the bouncer stopped me, so I pretended to be applying for a job to get in. I'm curious, though, since such places are so sleazy, Mr. Laurent, why would someone as noble as you come here? Are you here looking for some fun?" I don't know why I explained it to him so thoroughly. It was unnecessary! Why should I explain to him at all? I had already been kicked out of his company, so I had no connection with him anymore.
James was left speechless by my retort, his expression seeming to soften slightly.
Suddenly, he draped his heavy coat over my shoulders.
I was freezing to death, so I pulled the coat tightly around me without hesitation. It was warm an
