Chapter 136

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six

Genevieve felt a lump rise in her throat as she locked eyes with Michele, whose gaze pierced her like a blade from across his lavishly furnished study. She struggled to keep her feelings hidden, refusing to let any flicker of emotion show as she moved forward and sank into one of the ornate guest chairs with a deliberate, exaggerated sigh. Her eyes swept over the ostentatious décor, as if the meeting was an unwelcome interruption to her usual twice-weekly Pilates session.

“O’Brien, answer me,” Michele demanded sharply.

“You said I could bring one person,” Genevieve replied coolly.

“And you were supposed to bring…” Michele inhaled deeply, struggling to keep his composure. “Leave.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be over before you know it. You wanted to talk. What difference does it make if she’s here?”

“Because she’s the subject of the conversation,” Genevieve guessed, feigning disinterest by inspecting her cuticles with exaggerated care.