Georgia Thorne was both confused and surprised to see Zane Lennox.
'Didn't he go abroad to study? When did he get back?'
The suit he was wearing gave him a certain charm, like that of a successful man, but he still seemed too green.
Georgia struggled a little. "Zane Lennox, long time no see. Can't we talk about this properly after you let go of me?"
Her voice was light and airy, heavy with the reek of alcohol.
It drifted into Zane's nostrils, mingled with her feminine scent—an intoxicating combination.
But it also fueled his anger. This version of Georgia Thorne was the kind who entertained other men.
"Georgia Thorne, come with me!" Zane Lennox said, his grip on her wrist tightening.
Georgia found this almost laughable. 'The first thing he says to me at our first meeting in two years is to come with him?'
She gave a placid smile. "Sorry, but I have work to do today. We were classmates, so let's get together some other time!"
