“Hmm,” she said again, leaning back. “Has he flirted with you?” I shook my head and looked at the portfolio on my lap. “Not unless you call kissing flirting.” Olivia’s eyes opened very wide for a split second; then she laughed. “You’re funny!” She tapped my leg with manicured nails, then flipped her long, shiny, straight hair over a slim shoulder. “Well,” Olivia said on an audible sigh, “it’s a good thing he’s not attracted to you; otherwise, he likely wouldn’t have hired you in the first place.” I kind of wanted to stab her in the neck.
