Blinked. Got her bearings. And then she got royally pissed. “What are you doing here?” Before Winston could answer, Adrianna stepped around him. “He’s my guest.” Vicky gaped. “You invited him? Why would you do that to me?” “So the two of you can talk things out. You broke off your engagement without giving him a chance to explain.” “Explain what? Why he was standing between my secretary’s legs with his pants around his ankles? For God’s sake, Mother, she left her ass print on my desk!” “Victoria—” Winston’s tone was plaintive. She rolled right over him. “Does Matt know what you’ve done?” Adrianna waved it off. “It’s none of Matt’s concern. Winston is my guest.” “Okay, fine.” Vicky’s voice shook. “If he’s your guest, Mother, then you entertain him.
