"Are you kidding me, Natasha? Were you so drunk you don't remember telling me all about your little plan last night?"
Oh, god. She should really learn to keep her mouth shut. Thanks a lot, Jack(more) Daniels. And now Dee would never stop pushing for more details. Natasha needed to tell her something--but maybe stretching the truth would be the best thing to do...
"Look, Dee. All he knows is that you're interested in his business. He doesn't know you're working with his number one rival. And he definitely has no idea I'm involved."
Except he knew all of that, and he'd blackmailed Natasha into being a double agent. She was totally screwed.
her elbows pressed against the rail. the wind blew her loose curls into her mouth. she grimaced.
the dancing had been dizzying, the music too loud. the people smelled like cheap perfume and hormones.
(more) she sighed. this was her birthday. it was supposed to be a fun night—her night. but brent had come and ruined it all.
they'd had so much fun together last year. [background. etc.] (less)