Giada watched the nurse flirting with Sarre and shook her head. He wasn’t playing into it, but he wasn’t shutting her down either. If he thought the behavior was going to make her react, he was obviously not aware of who he was with.
She opted to scroll through her phone and pursed her lips as the nurse warned Sarre he’d feel a little poke. She wanted to give him a little poke, right in the jugular. She enjoyed a vision of him incapacitated, tied to a chair while she flogged him for being an asshole. It made her smile wide.
“What is so funny on your phone, Giada?”
“My phone? Nothing. In here,” she tapped her temple hating his distrust was making him question her every movement, “all kinds of crazy thoughts to make me laugh.”
“Such as?”
She whistled a tune knowing he would get it and h
