Nevacore is worth next to nothing still. There is no reason Anders would be interested in Ryan or that crappy corporation. No, something else is up and I want no part of any of it. Get these flowers out of here before I burn my office down.” She walked out of her office and slammed the door, leaving Julien alone.
She lay in the bed of her suite, looking at the card that had come with the first bouquet. She wasn’t so sure now that it had meant what she originally thought. Could it be a message from Ryan, telling her to be ready to have her hopes shattered? There was no need to tell her to remember. What he had done to her was something she would never forget.
Elle sighed, wishing she had never given Anders the chance to get inside her head. She had been so stupid, letting him know her fantasy and believing that he had really wanted her. No wonder they had gone to the strip club. He must have needed the extra visual stimulation to be able to make it through a night with her.
She turned off the light, and tried to sleep, ignoring the knocks that kept rapping at her door.