Although the bodyguards Yvette had sent were fast, modern technology hadn't invented teleportation yet, so everyone still had to wait in the hall for a while.
Shirley Thorne had assumed this wait would be a dull affair.
According to the script, the tycoon should have been torn and suspicious right now—hoping she wasn't lying, but also thinking she might have actually plagiarized.
In short, he should have been giving her the cold shoulder.
So she couldn't just trot over to him and start chattering, rubbing against his sleeve like a cat, the way she had when she'd provoked Katherine Kane at the entrance.
But…
She understood the logic, but for some reason, her feet felt nailed to the floor. She really didn't want to move.
She wanted to stay by the tycoon's side.
The thought was rather dangerous, but she couldn't help herself.
'It's all because of that heart-fluttering princess carry. It was so ill-timed.'
