Page 22 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance
“Your suggestions that I married Pierre just to advance my
career, for the fame, or for the money are quite tedious and
show little respect for his career, his work, or his judgment.”
Amanda’s dark green eyes narrowed. “Even the soundest of
men can be led around by their…well. A pretty face. They can
be misled. Tricked. Duped.”
“We were married for ten years.”
“A union that produced no children.”
Adalynn crossed her arms. Her sleek black dress flexed with
the movement. She imagined removing one black pump from
her foot and smacking the smug, young, junkyard journalist
smack dab in the middle of the forehead, hard enough that
she’d have to walk out of there with the im
print of a designer
label branded into her skin. As amusing as the thought was,
Adalynn refused to let her mirth show.
“With a gruelling schedule that took us all over the world, to
some of the remotest, most inhospitable, dangerous places, to
shoot, we had little chance to plan for a family. Neither of us
was willing to bring a child into such extremes. It would have
been irresponsible and reckless.”
Adalynn wasn’t sure why she even dignified the question
with a response. She should have just sat coldly. She didn’t
have to justify her life to a grasping recent college grad hungry
to make a name for herself. It was ironic, as that’s exactly
what she’d just been accused of being. Minus the college grad
bit. She’d never done more than a year.
Amanda grinned like she expected that answer and was
amused that Adalynn had given her such a token response,
walking straight into the trap she was setting. It was obvious.
