Her eyes flick back to mine. “You mean honest?”
“I mean blunt.”
She shrugs casually. “I guess so.”
She reaches for another shot.
I watch her knock it back.
How many is that now?
Three?
Four?
I’ve lost count.
She swipes the back of her hand across her mouth and leans back in her chair.
“Why?” she asks. “Do you prefer a woman who agrees with everything you say and hangs on your every word while batting her eyelashes at you, like Diana?”
The comment hits me out of left field.
I blink. “Miss Fairchild?”
“Yes,” Harleigh says dryly. “That would be the Diana I’m referring to.”
I lean forward slightly. “What do you mean by prefer?”
She gives me a pointed look.
“Diana’s a good employee,” I say evenly. “She’s dependable and competent, and she follows instructions well. And, yes, I dohappen to prefer that my employees agree with me and listen when I give them instructions.”
Harleigh wrinkles her nose. “Boring.”
Then she blurts, “Are you two a thing?”
My eyes widen. “Me and Diana?”
“Everyone at the hotel thinks you are. Or have been. And she sure acts possessive of you. Always finding reasons to touch you.”
For a second, I just stare at her.
Then the absurdity of it hits me, and I start laughing. The kind of laugh that bursts out before I can stop it.
Harleigh immediately crosses her arms over her chest. Her glare could melt steel. “Oh, that’s hilarious to you, is it?”
I lean toward her again, still chuckling as I brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
The simple contact sends a spark through me.
I lower my voice. “Why do you want to know? Jealous?”
“You wish.” She huffs. “I’m just curious.”
I shake my head slowly. “You’re in rare form, Miss Storm. And, no, we’ve never been a thing.”
She reaches for another tequila shot.
