Tomorrow?”
“Not tomorrow,” Emily said. “I know,” I replied, annoyed. I have hotel reservations. Her hips flared appealingly with gentle tan lines that showed she got just enough sun to give her peachy complexion a subtle, golden glow. When Erin asked where we were going, I redirected the conversation by asking her to schedule a meeting with Price and Yunger, making sure they left Roger off the invite. She wants to play golf this afternoon.”
“I hear golf is pretty popular in Norway,” Erin said, looking out the window. So, why the fuck was I standing outside Natalie’s office door? I waved my phone, flashing the screen at my assistant. Like Tara, her body had been sculpted to perfection, evidence that she spent all her time making sure to stay in peak condition to continue being worthy in her role as a trophy wife. Then, out of the blue, Chloe said, “About the other day…”
I started to look back at her, but my eyes caught the sight of Natashya and Emily approaching.
