Belle sat motionless until he was finally gone. Rising from the bed, she walked to the desk, her thoughts swirling. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she sighed, pressing a hand against its surface. What had gotten into her today?
She wasn't jealous, nor was she angry at him. It was a sense of disgust, a normal reaction to a shameless man like him. Watching a married man indulge in such indecency was irritating, something anyone would find repugnant. Why was she even straining to justify such an obvious response?
The door burst open without warning, and Belle hiccuped, startled. Whipping her head toward the intruder, she glared at the only person bold enough to barge in like that.
"Oops, someone looks angry!" Mia teased, raising her hands in mock surrender as she slipped inside and gently closed the door. Her quiet approach did little to soothe Belle's irritation.
