Brian held up a folder in her direction.

Rosalynn turned back and headed to the desk to take it, but her clumsy feet tripped over themselves, sending her careening forward.

The next thing she knew, she was in Brian's arms.

Her subtle scent gently wafted over to his nose, and his eyes narrowed.

This scent...

As for Rosalynn, she was mortified.

She quickly stood on her feet, her face red as a tomato. "I am so very sorry. Please excuse me. I'll take my leave."

"Wait!" Brian's gaze had a hard edge to it. "Where were you the night before last?”

Not only was her scent familiar, it was incredibly pleasant, as well. It gave him a vague sense of comfort and peace.

Brian's instincts were rarely wrong, and they were saying that this woman before him was the one he had spent the night with at the club.

“| was out with friends. Why do you ask?"

Rosalynn’'s heart was thundering inside her chest, but she held on to her composure.

Brian's eyes darted to her neck, his lips pressed together in a tight line.

He could make out the familiar trace of a hickey on her skin.

“It's all well and good for people to go out and fool around, but you shouldn't overdo it. You are dismissed.”

Rosalynn studied him and realized that he looked somewhat upset.

Was he implying that she liked fooling around or something?

He was the player, not her!

Just then, a knock came at the door, and in the next second, someone pushed into the room.

It was Eleanor.

She was wearing a sultry red dress that clung to her every curve.

She was as flamboyant as ever, and was practically bubbling with excitement.

Rosalynn took one look at Eleanor, her eyes narrowing slightly, before striding out of the office as quickly as she could.

The flush in Rosalynn's cheeks did not escape Eleanor's notice, and she instantly perked up.

Had Rosalynn been doing something with Brian when they were alone just now?