Rose tried her best to keep her attention on Cara, but it was difficult with James sitting only a few inch away. He was staring at her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. His chair was slightly turned, his elbow resting on the table, eyes fixed on her with a look she could only describe as hungry. And not the good kind, something dark, something uncomfortable, something she didn’t want anywhere near her.
Cara, who sat beside Rose, had no idea. She was smiling as she stirred her iced coffee.
“So, I told my husband I need a new makeup shelf,” Cara laughed lightly. “But he said the last one is still empty.”
Rose tried to smile back. “Maybe you’ll fill it soon.”
Cara continued chatting, talking about perfumes, clothes, the new Sephora products coming in, and how her husband liked w
