CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT: Corporate Slut

The shout echoed in the bathroom. It was as if it bounced on the walls and even the glass for the shower enclosure. A second later, the bathroom went silent.

An icy warning trickled up Zara's spine. She could tell whose voice that was even in her dream. Sure enough, she turned to find Cora standing at the threshold with her nose flaring.

"Didn't you hear me? What's going on here?" Cora snarled, her eyes red with fury.

Scott leisurely wore his pants and turned around with difficulty. He frowned slightly. "What are you doing here? Who told you I was here?"

"Really, Scott?" Cora raised an eyebrow and said, "Is that all you can say in this situation?"

"It's not what you think," Zara chipped in.

"It's not what I think? I find you in the same bathroom with my man who is pants down and you say it's not what I think? Do you take me for a fool, Zara? I always knew you were trouble from the first day we bumped into each other after your return. But I thought you, at least, had some self-respect.