Brianna found it too much to take in. Questions started to bombard her mind again. Am I becoming someone to Scott, as Jameson said? He has really never allowed Sol to sleep in his room? How's that possible? I've only been with him for three months, and I already know how sexual he is! Or perhaps it's because he really loves her and respects her while he only sees me as a sex toy. Brianna heaved a sigh.
Jameson watched her quietly. "Your ankle must hurt. Do you need a hand?" He asked gently as he took her arm.
"No, thanks." Brianna swept his hand off her arm. "Have a good day." She walked slowly to the front desk and sat down.
