"Don't play dumb with me, Jane. You didn't land a senator by accident. I know you know exactly what I'm talking about," Ross said, his voice thick with implication, laced with a smug arrogance that made Jane's skin crawl.
"…"
It took Jane three steadying breaths to process the venom behind his words.
She wasn't slow—far from it. In fact, her instincts were usually razor-sharp.
But the sheer audacity of what Ross was suggesting caught her off guard.
Her fingers tightened around her phone. "Are you insinuating that you'll help free my husband… if I sleep with you?" she said, her voice trembling with fury and disbelief. "You're really a fucking lowlife, Ross. Go to hell!"
She hung up, slamming the phone down on the kitchen counter so hard that it bounced slightly.
Her chest was heaving now, not from fear, but from raw indignation.
"The guts of that man…" she muttered through clenched teeth, pacing the room.
