Zoe Pierce wouldn't believe for a second that Nathan Lockwood wasn't doing this on purpose.
He was deliberately comparing himself to Chase Shaw, saying those things just to get a reaction.
She splashed her face with cold water, and it took a good while for the heat on her cheeks to fade.
Her hands braced on the counter, water droplets slid from her cheeks and chin, falling one by one into the basin.
She held this position for a few more seconds, then grabbed a disposable towel from the side and wiped her face.
'Thinking so much about it is useless.'
'If he really wants me to touch it, then so be it. It's just muscle, after all.'
She was completely calm now.
When she appeared before the group again, her expression was neutral.
After they finished discussing business, however, the men didn't leave. Instead, they lounged around, lazily and domineeringly occupying every corner of her first floor.
