Layla turned away from the closed door to look at her sister. That hadn’t sounded like an employer/employee conversation, and by the look on Brit’s face, she had already figured that out.
“Is he forcing you to sleep with him?” Brit asked straight away.
“What? No!”
There had been no force whatsoever, even if, in her head, she had been against it.
“Then why are you dressed like this? You look different. Your hair, your face, everything. You look like he’s had you polished up and dressed up, so he won’t be embarrassed to be seen with you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snorted.
“Then why did it look and sound like you and Mr. King were arguing like lovers?”
She sighed and walked back towards her sister. Britney was too observant at times. If she had been the one taken by Jackson, she wo
