Olivia's POV
Sabrina's eyes narrowed as she studied Maxwell's face, then slowly turned to look at me. The silence was a bit tense until she let out a laugh that sounded more like a bark.
"You know what, baby, If I didn't know you as someone who enjoys having a very good time in bed, I would've thought you were gay right there."
The words hit the dinner table like a slap. Maxwell's hand tightened around his wine glass as his entire body went rigid. His face drained of color, then flushed a deep red that spread down his neck.
"Excuse me?" His voice was deadly quiet.
"The way you're looking at your little assistant," Sabrina continued with a cruel smile, gesturing toward me with her wine glass. "It's almost... intimate. Like you're undressing him with your eyes."
Maxwell's chair scraped loudly against the floor as he shot to his feet, his good hand braced against the table. "That's enough."
