Chapter 23

SOPHIE WESLEY

Knox was at the window when I walked into the private lounge, a wine glass in hand, eyes fixed outside at something I couldn't see.

I paused, my fingers tight on my purse, heat rising in my throat for absolutely no reason.

"You asked to see me," I said, my voice lower than I intended.

He turned. His eyes moved over me once before settling on my face.

"You seem quite comfortable with Anthony," he said, "for a woman who's already married."

My breath caught.

"We were just having a conversation---"

"No third parties... That was in the contract." He set the glass on the window,...