She could’ve easily given me her work email instead, but she lifted her hand. “Give me your phone.” Holding her gaze, I lifted it from the table and passed it to her. Mesmerized by her expression of both satisfied and devious female, I waited for her to punch in her contact info and pass it back. When I read Boss Ass Bitch above her number, I let out a bark of laughter. Willard jumped. Lavinia’s smile spread wide as she stared at me. “Don’t change the name,” she ordered when I looked back down at my phone screen. “Don’t plan to.”
