She met the man's icy gaze. "Weren't you the one looking for other women?"
"What are you talking about!" Joanne denied with a dry, forced laugh.
An awkward silence fell. She grabbed the red wine in front of her and started drinking.
She took a deep breath to calm herself. 'Don't forget why you came here today.'
The living room was thick with awkwardness. Elliot didn't speak, and Joanne didn't know what to say either.
In the bedroom, Georgia was pacing back and forth anxiously, terrified that Joanne would suddenly barge in.
'What else could a woman be doing, coming to a man's room alone in the middle of the night?'
'She refused to believe that a man and a woman alone could just "talk" under the covers.'
Georgia stood by the door, straining her ears to hear what was happening outside.
Outside the door, Joanne had drunk quite a bit of wine, and a faint blush appeared on her delicate face.
