Page 232 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

What the fuck?

“Jenny, I’m his girlfriend. We have no secrets.”

She smiles sarcastically. “Of course you don’t.”

Fuck off . . . Jenny.

“I don’t appreciate your tone,” I say.

“You don’t have to.” With another fake smile, she walks out with his burner phone in her hot little hand.

I officially hate Jenny . . . ugh, I’m infuriated. I can hear my angry heartbeat pumping blood through my body.

She’s been with him a long time. I have to be calm about this and play my cards right, or I’m going to look like a jealous psychopathic girlfriend.

Game on, Jenny. Don’t fuck with me.

Henley

“What do you mean you’re taking a week off?” Jenny gasps. “Since when?”

“Since now.” I sit back down at my desk and turn to my computer.

“Your schedule is way too busy this month to take a vacation.”

“Cancel my appointments.” I open the spreadsheet.

“I’ve been putting off your visit to Dubai for over twelve months. The only place you should be going is there,” she huffs as she comes and stands beside my desk. “It’s just not possible,” she adds.

My eyes rise to meet hers, impatience getting the better of me. “Jenny . . .”

“Yes, sir.” She folds her arms.

“I do not need your permission to take time off.”

“This is untoward . . .” She rearranges the papers on my desk. “You are acting out of character.”

I narrow my eyes as I stare at her. “Are you referring to Juliet?”

“I . . .” She pauses.

“You what?”

“I’m not sure you are thinking clearly, sir.”

I lean back in the chair, my pen between my fingers. “And why is that?”

“Well, you hardly know this woman. How do you know she’s not after your money?”

“We dated three years ago, well before she knew about my money.”

Her eyes hold mine.

“I know her a lot better than you think.”

“I don’t like it,” she snaps.

“You don’t have to.”

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