Brianna

“What did you say?” I finally asked once we were settled into the car. Roy rubbed my thighs and gave me a pressed smile.

“Nothing, darling. Just don't cry anymore, alight? We will resolve this.” He promised me.

“What kind of bag was it?” He asked me as he turned on the engine. I watched as he leaned back in his seat and used his large hand to turn the wheel in that sexy way a man does. He doesn't have tattoos like Callan. Don't think about him, Brianna.

“A Versace bag.” His eyes were on the road but he nodded to me.

“Don't you kind of work for...