Jesse wished what Torben had said to her hadn’t hurt. It knifed through her chest as real, as if someone had plunged a six-inch dagger deep into her heart.
“You’ve got your poker face on,” he noted quietly as he watched while she absorbed his words.
“What did you expect? Tears?” she asked dryly. “Sorry Torben, I’m not Irina. I won’t be throwing a temper tantrum and plotting your demise because you’re agreeing to the boundaries, we set the one night we hooked up.”
“Jesse – “
“Torben, enough. I said I didn’t want to talk about this any longer and I meant it. Whatever you have going on in your head, is yours to sort out. I don’t need to be part of it. You’re a job for me right now.”
“Just a job?”
“That’s it, that’s all.” She stood up from the sofa. “I’m making coffee. Want one?”
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