Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
Desmond gave a short laugh, while shaking his head. "No. You are far too smart to be charitable without expecting something in return. Besides, I am a mature man and I have got too much on my plate already, but you know I have something for brunettes. I would prefer that secretary of yours. What's her name, again?" He replied, as he leaned back in his chair as his eyes flicked toward me, cold and uninterested.
The weight of his words slammed into me like a freight train, causing my stomach to churn with revulsion. I felt sick. My heart raced as the pit of my stomach dropped further with every syllable that dripped from Desmond's mouth. It was as though they were casually discussing the weather, or perhaps trading business deals over coffee — but no, they
