Emmaline narrowed her eyes.
Taylor must have just come from a photoshoot because his hair was still held in a perfect style with gel.
His eyes were lined and his lips had some kind of lip gloss or lipstick.
Had he heard about Sera's operation?
Impossible.
Emmaline had ensured that she and Camilla were the hospital's main contacts.
Oh, the live panel show that she had done with Priscilla.
"Whatever you want, the answer is no," She told him curtly.
Why couldn't she just go to bed?
Taylor folded his arms and leaned on one leg, looking as if he was posing for one of those magazine covers that he always did.
He also did big brand names more and more often, Emmaline knew because Sera kept little cuttings of all the shoots that Taylor appeared in.
"You don't know what I want," He smirked.
"Fine," Emmaline crossed her arms and glared, "Tell me."
