Then Susan speaks again, casual.
“You know,” she says, not looking up, “I had an intern once who started sleeping around with several players.”
My entire world tilts.
My fingers freeze on the tablet.
“It was career-ending for her,” Susan adds.
My throat goes dry.
She knows. She has to know.
“That’s terrible,” I manage, keeping my voice level. Calm. Controlled.
“It was,” Susan says. “These guys can be enticing.” She glances up at me, studying. “I think that’s what impresses me most about you. You don’t let them charm you the way I’ve seen happen before. It’s refreshing.”
Relief hits first. Sharp and dizzying.
She doesn’t know.
Then guilt slams in harder.
Because I am letting one of them charm me.
No. That’s not even accurate anymore.
It’s not just charm.
It’s not just want or lust.
I’m falling in love with him.
And that realization is terrifying.
“I’m going to tell you something,” Susan says with a small smile.
I brace myself.
“When you first got here, Kamden came to me and asked me to let you go as my intern.”
My heart pounds so loudly I’m sure she can hear it.
“He was so worried you’d get hurt,” she continues, a light laugh in her voice. “I told him I wouldn’t do that. He was furious.”
I swallow.
“He was especially worried about Wilder,” she says.
Of course he was.
“He told me he was afraid Wilder would make a move on you that you’d be foolish enough to fall for.”
Ouch.
The word foolish lands like a bruise.
“Is that so?” I ask, keeping my expression neutral, my tone perfectly measured.
