Clara sat at the breakfast bar in Elian’s kitchen and scowled at Ben. Ben stood with his arms folded over his ginormous chest and glowered back. Elian whistled as if he hadn’t a care in the world as he went about straightening up around the apartment ignoring them both.
“You betrayed me,” Clara said suddenly.
“No, I did what my employer told me to do,” he shot back.
She pulled her phone closer to her on the counter and dialed her grandfather’s number. She’d declined fifty calls since she had ducked out of the club on Ben. He answered the first ring and she put him on speaker phone.
“Grandfather, I need you to fire Ben.”
“Clara, we will talk about this when you get home.”
She took a big breath. “No, you need to fire Ben or else I quit.” She felt all three male presences instantly tens
