My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

his hands, her palms open, her face twisted in a pleading mask.

“Jake, look at me,” she begged. “It was just business advice, Jake. I didn’t think it would hurt anyone.”

Jake pulled his hands away from Melissa’s reach.

Melissa let her hands fall onto the white tablecloth, her fingers twitching against the silver dessert spoon. She did continue reading …