Sara’s POV

“How did you get in here?” I asked, trying to pretend like I didn’t know her. I took my eyes to the entrance. “Silva– where is my secretary? Did she let you in?”

Doris stepped in further. “Quit the bullcrap, Sara. I know it’s you. Last night, you dined with us and I know the look on Grey’s face whenever you’re present.”

At least, she admitted that Grey found me irresistible.

I moved to the door and closed it. With my hand folded, I spun to face her. “What ...