Shane Sterling's palm was warm, but Isla Prescott no longer dared to covet its heat.
She shoved his hand away and glared at him coldly. "Young President Sterling, you act like you don't know me in public, but then you're all caring behind the scenes. What gives? Do you get some kind of thrill from flirting with your ex-girlfriend right under your current girlfriend's nose?"
"There's no current or ex. You're the only one I've ever had."
"Is that so? Then what about Miss Quincy?"
Before Shane Sterling could answer, someone else came down the hallway.
Isla Prescott instinctively held her breath. She grabbed the lapels of Shane Sterling's suit and pulled him further into the shadows.
No matter who it was, she didn't want them to see her with Shane Sterling. Any misunderstandings or rumors would only be detrimental to her participation in the rest of the show.
