Isn’t it?
“Is that relevant?”
“Yes.You’re a married woman.”He looks me straight in the eye, as if disgusted that a twenty-six (almost) woman could have a sex life.
I press my lips together.“Separated.”
“Which we will need to prove.”
Unbelievable.
Who is this guy working for?Me or Adam?
I recross my legs.“I was on my own when we met.Visiting Columbia University.He was painting the wall outside the admissions office.”
Zander stares at me.
“I don’t have any witnesses.He will attest to it.”I fling out my hands.“I did not have an affair!”
Again, there is barely a reaction as he makes notes on his tablet and makes a humming noise.
I want to reach across the table and throttle him with his tie.The fact that he’s so damn good-looking is an absolute hindrance.
I wish he were old and ugly.
John and I spent a few days in Hawaii recently because I wanted to get away from New York and have a break before launching into the legal proceedings.
Zander was right; it was purely sex.We had little in common, and I found him a little boring.John made me feel beautiful, smart, and desired at a time when I needed it.
The morning before we flew home, I came out of the shower and heard him talking on the phone out on the lanai.
He hadn’t heard me.
“Dude, she’s rich as fuck.You should see this room.I’m looking out over Waikiki Beach while drinking a mimosa.Haven’t opened my wallet once since we arrived.”John chuckled.
He hadn’t.Not even to buy me a drink or a frangipani to tuck behind my ear.
I wasn’t expecting to fall madly in love with John or for him to pick up the tab.I was aware that the vacation was outside his budget.Until I overheard that call, it hadn’t bothered me to slide my card over each time.
But his words had put a sour taste in my mouth.
When we got home, I ended it.
John showed up at my place two nights ago wanting a second chance, wanting to know why I ended it.
In all honesty, I probably would have slept with him if not for one thing.Every time he stepped close and clutched my hips, I thought about the glowering man sitting before me.
Zander Sterling.
Why?
Sure, I’d have to be blind not to be attracted to his strong jaw, sky-blue eyes, and what is clearly a well-toned body under his expensive suit.But there is no love lost between us.
The man clearly doesn’t like me and thinks I’m just after my husband’s money.
I am.
He has been emotionally controlling for years and then physically hurt me in a way no man should do to a woman.
