“Oh, no, you’ve got it wrong,” Julian stammered with a nervous, high-pitched laugh. “She isn’t my wife.”
I stared at him in disbelief while my heart hammered against my ribs.
“This is Sarah,” he continued while waving a hand dismissively. “She’s our children’s nanny, and I brought her along to help keep track of our bags and coats.”
The silence that followed was agonizing as Maxwell Thorne looked between Julian’s smug face and my icy expression.
“The nanny?” Maxwell repeated while nearly choking on his champagne.
“Yeah, it’s hard to find good help these days,” Julian laughed while turning back to business. “Anyway, about those third-quarter projections I sent over…”
Maxwell held my gaze, waiting for me to say something, but I simply gave a small shake of my head to signal that the time wasn’t right just yet.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sarah,” Maxwell said with a voice full of hidden meaning. “I imagine that cleaning up after a man like Julian must be a very exhausting full-time job.”
“You have no idea how much trash I have to deal with,” I replied with a sharp smile.