He licked his lips as if savoring a decadent dessert. “Don’t bother to change. Sybil wants to see you.” She brushed past without acknowledging him. “You could say thank you, Dina,” he called out to her retreating back.“Thank you, Fletcher,” she drawled facetiously. She didn’t want to deal with Fletcher and she hadn’t wanted to come to work. Spending thirty-six hours convalescing from vaginal restoration definitely wasn’t enough time to counter her standing on her feet for the next six or seven hours. The only consolation was Lance had dropped her off and promised to pick her up when her shift ended.She’d slept in Lance’s guest bedroom, dozing off and on, while he’d worked from home. If he wasn’t on his computer, then it was the telephone. He’d ordered lunch from a local restaurant, then threatened to force-feed her when she told him that she wasn’t hungry.When she apologized to Lance for interfering with his work, he told her how he’d founded his own software company in 1999, earning five hundred thousand in revenue the first year, and sold it two years later for four million.
