I frowned, confused. "Jenna was with you, right? She's your secretary. She'd take care of you."
His expression darkened, and his grip on my shoulders tightened.
I winced from the pressure and tried to pull away. In the struggle, he shoved me onto the couch. As I pushed myself up, my hand brushed against something. I tugged at it and pulled a pink lace bra from between the cushions.
The anger drained from Brandon's face as soon as he saw it. "That's…"
I didn't care to hear his explanation. I tossed the bra back onto the couch, my voice calm. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going, Mr. Louis."
After work, I had a meeting with a client. Just as I stepped outside, Brandon's car pulled up in front of me. "Get in. We'll drop Jen off first, then head to that seafood buffet by the water."
Jenna poked her head out from the passenger seat, grinning. "Sorry, Sylvia, I'm hitching a ride again!"
I was busy trying to hail a cab, and without looking at her, I said, "You two go ahead. I'm allergic to seafood."
Brandon's face turned dark immediately. He knew I wasn't allergic to seafood. In fact, that buffet was one of my favorites.