Derek's POV
This was my time to threaten him to take down the case and speak to his stupid mother. "You're one of them. I don't understand you people at all, so proud and full of yourselves."
He studied me carefully with...were those green eyes? I admired his fancy dressing style and got mad I was observing him that much. Tara had always said she loved when a man dressed lovely and she corrected me all while we were married, trying to change my outfit when I was heading to an event.
And here was this fine man talking about her like he was her lover?? Wait, was he sleeping with Tara??
"Well if you're done staring like some sort of maniac, I'll leave you to yourself."
"No. Wait!" I felt embarrassed staring at him like that. But I summoned my confidence again, standing tall. "I am Derek Marisol. CEO of--"
"Oh," he blinked.
My brows shot upwards, "Oh? What is that supposed to mean?"
