"Good," he says. "I heard you're going out with Cain Preston now, aren't you?" he asks.
She nods cautiously. There's the stairs. She could probably fly down if the situation is bad enough to call for it, but there's no airflow there and she might end up crash landing at the bottom if she doesn't get enough lift to carry her down.
"I thought you were different, but you're just like the rest of them, aren't you? Greedy little gold digger. Did you throw yourself at him because he's rich? Does he pay after he f***s you?"
He doesn't f**k me at all, she thinks to herself bitterly, but presses her lips into a thin line and narrows her eyes at the man. "You are being incredibly rude, Jeff," she says because sometimes, pointing this out is enough to make them stop.
She should have learned by no
