Scarlett was face down on her pillow in the guest room. Maybe if she waited long enough, she’d smother herself.
She’d been doing nothing all day but laze around, and honestly, she was feeling pretty crummy about doing so.
However, she still hadn’t agreed to Rowan’s attempt to hire her as a secretary, and he hadn’t offered up any other options—not that she felt like she could ask for more when he was already going out of his way to offer them.
Scarlett understood the reasoning behind it, but at the same time, she didn’t think it was fair. To who, though, she wasn’t sure at this point.
Things between her and Rowan had just been… everything up until now. It was all just… argh!
The memories of what they did in the theater kept hitting her, and she would curl up, full of embarrassment—and yet, at the same time, she wished they had been able to continue.
Maybe it was a good thing that Greta had come in when she did. In the moment, she’d been very ready and very willing, but now…
