Avery followed him out of the room and down the main hall.I found some items in your father’s study that you might want to look at.
For a second, Sheldon stared, stone-faced. Once again his cold eyes had her taking a slight step back.Nothing, Avery. I want nothing from this house.I won’t ask again.
And just like that, he was smiling again. You know how it is . . . self-centered parents who considered you only in passing.He nodded toward the door. Walk me out.
What she really wanted to do was get back to work and distance herself from this man.
Outside, the Santa Ana winds were kicking up dust and blowing leaves from the trees. She closed the door behind them to avoid it crashing against the wall inside.I used to be. Then I bored of spending money . . . or more importantly, I realized that I needed to work in order to shop the way I wanted to. Growing up in a world of boarding schools and pretentious parents made this job perfect for me.
Sheldon turned on his leather loafers and tugged on the silk sleeves of his two-hundred-dollar shirt and looked her up and down as if for the first time.For a brief moment, Avery felt a chill.
How long is this going to take?You want it done right or fast?