As I approached, the door swung open—and I froze. A familiar figure stepped out. She was dressed in a glittering gold bodycon gown. The hem barely covered her ass; if she sneezed too hard, the dress would surrender entirely. Her hair was slicked into a ponytail.
She was beautiful. Always had been. She put effort into her looks.
I didn't blame Richard for wanting to run to her at every opportunity. Truly, I didn't.
Richard wasn't here.
So what in God's shimmering hell was she doing in Sam's office?
She stopped right in front of me, sliding her sunglasses off her eyes and twirling them around one finger.
I swallowed irritation and forced a civil expression. "Hi."
She tilted her head, eyes squinting.
"Hello. Do I know you?" Gwen asked.
"I'm Mrs. Numero," I said, lifting my chin with quiet pride. There were moments I still didn't know how to wear that title… but this wasn't going to be one of them.
