Chapter 7

Scott just stared at her. Part of him wanted to ask her how her brain actually functioned, but he already knew the answer to that.

Elizabeth didn’t care about anything or anyone. She only listened to herself and whatever she thought was true, she took as fact. Nothing anyone said mattered to her. Did she really think that he’d slept with the waitress?

“I do not have the time for this, Elizabeth,” he said, as he opened his briefcase, hoping that she’d just go away. His wish didn’t come true.

“Of course you don’t, but you had enough time for her” Elizabeth fired back. Her voice was getting louder and Scott knew that he had to put a stop to it.

“For God’s sake,” he drawled. “Do you really think so little of me that you’d believe that I would just sleep with a waitress who snuck into my room? What the hell do you take me for, Elizabeth? A man who has so little control over his body? Is that really how you see me?”

Elizabeth folded her hands around her body