Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Everett chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Do you even hear yourself right now?"

Selena realized she'd misspoken. But instead of backing down, she shrugged it off. "What I meant was, the AC is cranked up too high, and I'm roasting! Is that so wrong?" Her knack for bending the truth was becoming more impressive by the day.

Everett decided it wasn't worth the hassle to argue. After wrapping up a couple of work calls, he finally stood up and sauntered over, his long strides making it look effortless. The scene was set.

Selena flashed a welcoming smile and patted the couch beside her. "Please, have a seat."

Everett glanced her way but sat down anyway.

Selena eagerly handed him a fork, her voice sweet as honey. "I whipped up these dishes just for you, keeping your preferences in mind. I was up at the crack of dawn cooking. Please, enjoy." Everett took the fork, speared a piece of fish, and took a bite.

Selena watched him intently, her eyes wide with anticipation. "So, how is it?"

"It's decent."

Buoyed by his response, Selena nudged toward another dish. "This one's even better, give it a try."

Everett obliged.

What do

"Not bad."

over the phone a few days ago, she thought getting into Bennett

remembered all

were burnt and wrists ached, and she sliced

win

looking back, it

lunch, and as Selena was leaving, she

work at the

and

move with them, probably because Ava's cooking

only she'd known, she wouldn't have wasted all that effort trying

of Ava's talent. Seeing

sleeve, taking her chance. "You enjoy the meal

time she'd let

set down his fork and took a sip of water. His dark eyes fixed on Selena, his voice calm