Chapter 29
Madison
My cheeks burned. I took a sip of champagne to avoid responding.
“Let me give you some advice.” She leaned forward, her diamond bracelet catching the light. “Alexander likes his women sexy. Short skirts, high heels, the works. Though…” Her eyes raked over me. “Even in designer clothes, you’re not really his type. He prefers women with a certain presence.”
I stared at my half–empty glass, wishing I could disappear into the plush booth cushions.
“Women like me,” she continued, preening. “Last time we were together, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. The things that man can do…” She fanned herself with her hand. “But I’m sure you wouldn’t know anything about that.”
My grip tightened on my glass as I remembered the feel of Alexander’s hands on my thigh just minutes ago. The marks he’d left on my neck that I’d carefully covered with makeup. But I kept my expression neutral, letting her assumptions stand.
“Nothing to say?” She smirked. “I suppose that’s for the best. Wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself trying to play in the big leagues.”
I gripped my glass tighter, feeling my nails dig into my palm.
“I’m going to tell you something, little girl,” she continued, her voice dripping with condescension. “Alexander is just being a gentleman by taking you out for dinner. It doesn’t make you his girl. Don’t get too giddy about this, or you’ll make yourself a
joke.”
I took another sip of champagne, letting the bubbles burn
way the sharp retorts dancing on my tongue. Getting into a catfight with Abigail Whitmore wasn’t worth the drama – or the dry cleaning bill.
But something in me snapped. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe I was just tired of being pushed around.
“Actually, Ms. Whitmore,” I kept my voice sweet as honey laced with arsenic. “I assure you I merely appreciate Mr. Knight’s kindness, and there’s nothing more than professionalism between us.” I paused delicately, swirling the champagne in my
glass.
“Though since we’re having this conversation, I distinctly remember Mr. Knight sending me to end things with you last year. Something about…” I tapped my chin thoughtfully, “Ah yes, ‘Tell her I’m not interested in pursuing anything further.‘ Those were his exact words.” I let that sink in before adding with practiced politeness, “I know this quite clearly because I’ve personally helped Mr. Knight conclude several unwanted relationships. Including yours.”
The color drained from her perfect face. Her manicured nails dug into the tablecloth.
“You’re lying,” she hissed, but uncertainty crept into her voice.
“I handle all of Mr. Knight’s personal matters.” I smiled, channeling her earlier condescension. “Including delivering
messages he’d rather not deal with himself. I have quite a collection of them, actually.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line that earlier confidence wavering. She opened her mouth to respond, but I wasn’t finished.
“And please, don’t worry about my wardrobe choices. Mr. Knight seems quite…” I paused, remembering his hands on me earlier, “satisfied with how I present myself.”
Abigail’s face flushed red, her perfectly applied blush now competing with genuine color. She grabbed her champagne glass, nearly spilling it as she took a large gulp.
The click of expensive shoes on marble announced his return. My heart skipped as Alexander’s familiar cologne reached me
before he did.
fly.
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