Miley's interrogative tone had me trapped in an awkward situation. I turned around and eyed the changing room that she had just stepped out of. The changing rooms were only a few feet away. The fact that she had managed to hear my conversation with Whitney should not have come as a surprise.
I had not expected such a dramatic reaction from her though. I felt like a suspect who was being interrogated on charges of murder.
I collected my thoughts and gave her a slight smile. "She's just a friend. Stop letting your imagination run wild."
"Are you still trying to lie to me? I'm not an i***t. She was flirting with you," Miley said as her eyes flashed with scorn.
I was not going to deny that. I nodded. "You're right. She was. I wasn't tempted by her though. I kept turning her advances down.
