As she bent slightly, a familiar scent wafted into the air: cedarwood and smoke.
Madeline was right.
It was Diego’s scent.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I asked quietly.
Her hand froze.
The hot tea spilled over her fingers, reddening them instantly.
Her eyes flickered, dodging mine, fragile, shaken.
Panicking, she dropped to her knees to wipe the tea-stained floor, but still, she said nothing.
I stared coldly at the top of her lowered head.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out, grasping hers and lifting her off the floor.
His voice carried a sharp edge.
“Kelly, did you really come all this way just to throw your weight around?”
“She’s my employee, not your servant.”
“President, she didn’t mean it.”
I let out a laugh.
Perhaps Diego had forgotten before I married him. I was never some submissive little lamb.
“Sister-in-law? Funny, I don’t recall the president of Powell Corporation ever calling you his sister.”
“I…” Courtney’s eyes instantly filled with tears.
“I just wanted to get closer to you. You might not know how hard it is for us secretaries—”
“And what exactly were you using to get close? Having the boss drive you home with his whole family in tow?”