“Sure, Mrs. Blackwell,” I adjusted myself in my seat, giving her my full attention. “What is it that you want to talk about?”
All the while I was saying this, I was analyzing her, trying to guess what this serious talk was about that she had waited for her son to leave so she could sink her claws into me to tell me about it.
You know, now that I think about it, she could have totally waited for the whole party to be over before cornering me like this, and it didn’t matter that my boss and I’s table was in a secluded corner far away from people’s curious gaze.
It meant whatever she had to say really had to be something important.
“Look, Jennifer…” Adonis’ mother started, “I know that when you agreed to come here tonight, this was the last thing you were expecting.” She admitted softly,
