Vivian was absentmindedly swirling her straw in the drink as her mind replayed what happened with her and Christopher. The s*x. f**k.
Her gaze drifted lazily around the room until it landed on Rita, who was practically stabbing her salad with her fork.
“Alright,” Vivian said, leaning forward and propping her chin on her hand. Her dark brown eyes narrowed playfully as she studied Rita. “You’ve been unusually quiet today. What's going on? You’re either plotting world domination, or you’ve got something juicy to share.”
Rita looked up sharply, her dark brows furrowing before a small, guilty smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She tried to school her expression, but the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away. Her hazel eyes flicked down to her salad as she pushed the lettuce around w
