Claimed by the Billionaire: Lust #2 by Danielle Jamesen Page B

my skirt up. The whole time Winter just stood there, smiling.
    “What are you doing
here?” Bradley stammered.
    “I knew it. I kept
thinking why she wouldn’t agree to help me out. Why she ran to you. There could
only be one reason. She was a slut.” Winter said the last word so slowly with
so much venom it was as though she had stabbed me.
    “How did you get up
here?” Bradley demanded.
    “I walked,” She replied
dryly, “I’m going to bury the both of you now, do you understand? Mr. Bradley —
the billionaire who is fucking his assistant, paying her to be his personal
slut.”
    “You need to get out.”
I hissed through clenched teeth.
    Winter laughed, “Rich
coming from the person naked on her boss’s desk like a cheap tramp.”
    “Winter,” Bradley
growled, “You need to leave now.”
    Winter smiled again,
“I’ll go. Only because now I have so much to do that I simply have to stay on
schedule,” She turned on her long high heels, glancing back at us with disdain,
“I can forgive you, Bradley, if you come back to me. I know you were tempted.”
    Neither Bradley nor I
answered. She stalked out, swaying her hips, humming a song. I looked at
Bradley who looked back at me. How could we have been so careless? I saw all
our plans go up in smoke before my eyes.