Andrea's gaze snapped to her. "And you find this amusing?"
Sylvia looked at him pleasantly. "I find several things amusing. One of them is that image of you in a wedding dress with a nipple poking through the sheer material and a grudge against Dean."
Andrea's face changed.
Not much. He was too well trained for that. But Sylvia had been trained by years of friendship with Dean, which meant she knew how to spot the exact moment a beautiful person with a grudge discovered that someone outside their expected hierarchy was not afraid of them.
Thomas turned his head slowly toward her.
Sylvia gave him a small, innocent shrug that fooled absolutely no one.
"What?" she said. "It was memorable."
Andrea's mouth tightened. "You are very bold for someone with no standing in this room."
"I was invited to drink," Sylvia replied. "You opened the door without knocking. I'm fairly sure that makes you the decorative trespasser."
Thomas's gaze dropped briefly to his glass.
