"Come sit with me." He offered, then sauntered into the den that was just off the foyer and sat on the leather love seat that was against the wall.
"Come on, I won't bite," he said smiling.
Katy was furious and losing her composure. "You want to talk? Frankly, I have nothing to say to you. You show up to my house, waving around some private pictures that you stole and you want to talk?! I want you to get out of my house before I call the police." She pointed to the door.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Ced chided. "If that's how you wanna play it, okay. I'll leave, but this won't be the end of it. I will have to have a talk with Mr. Meyer, though, you can bet on that. I wonder what he'll think about your choice in boyfriends..."
At the mention of her last name, Katy's heart sunk in fear as her mind beg
