Chapter Thirteen
“Where did he take you?” Martine asked. She was leaning against a display case that Tessa was arranging with artifacts from the Mesopotamian Era. Martine’s slit skirt was rising high on her hips.
“A luncheon,” Tessa replied.
“Ah.” Her friend nodded.
“Haven’t you seen him lately?” Tessa asked.
“Not for a week.”
“Ooooo, you think he’s lost interest?”
“No,” she answered indignantly.
“Well, he’s left me for a week at a time, I suppose it’s within his standard operating procedure,” Tessa admitted, as she tried hiding the pleasure in Martine’s abandonment, if that’s what it was.
“So how was the luncheon?” Martine asked.
Tessa spent some moments considering a reply. Exactly how much did she want to reveal about her afternoon with Miles? Her relationship with Martine h
