"You’re late."

Naya’s tone was light, but her hands twisted nervously in her lap as the sleek black car pulled to a stop in front of her building.

She wasn't sure what she was thinking when she'd agree to go with Adrian as his plus one for his firm award dinner. Now she was here, and only now realising that paparazzi would be there as well.

What would they think of her? Showing up with her lawyer? She braced herself mentally for the backlash as she smoothed down her ...