“Shit.”

“Is this the meeting that was so important?” I glare at her, watching as she wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

“This does not classify as a meeting.”

“I know,” she swallows, making me wonder what else she's swallowed under the pretext of this meeting. “We just-”

“When you're here, you work. You can fuck your boyfriend on your own time, damsel.” I warn, her nickname rolling off my tongue with vile ease.

“I wasn't fucking him,” she ...