Damien’s POV
My pants were still down around my ankles. Amelia was mostly naked, except for her skirt, which had been crumpled up at her waist.
This wasn’t the time to have a conversation about Amelia clearly having had Jeffery’s business card in her pocket. Yet, as I found it on the desktop near her hip, it wasn’t a conversation we could avoid having either.
I looked from the card to her face. She was looking away from me, dodging my glance. Guilty.
She’d known I wouldn’t like this, and she still held onto it. I had told her Jeffery was delusional and she should just forget him, yet she still was holding onto this card.
“You don’t need this,” I said. “You don’t need him. He’s a snake oil salesman, dishonest and fake. Whatever you think he will do for you, he won’t.”
She covered her
