Her gut told her that she must've hated this woman before too.
"Melody Thorne, I really can't see a single good thing about you. What is it about you that makes all those men orbit around you? Titus Quinn must be blind!"
"Miss Rowan, I have absolutely no impression of the Titus Quinn you're talking about. If you're here to stir up trouble, then right now I don't have any memories. Shouldn't you wait until my memory comes back before coming to me?"
The calmer Melody Thorne looked, the more suffocated Jane Rowan felt in her chest. Why, why was it that after Titus Quinn had been sleeping with her for months, the only person he kept longing to have was still Melody Thorne!
Seeing that she wasn't leaving, Melody Thorne lazily stirred the coffee in her cup and said faintly, "I feel like I'm better than you in every way, right? I've got the body and the face, and you—other than those big boobs—you're just one big ass. What else do you have?"
"Melody Thorne!"
