"He's not my boy toy," Kate said firmly.
"He's a friend of Martha's, a guest in our house. That's all."
"A young, extraordinarily attractive friend who you brought to work with you."
"He was going to be alone in the house all day. I thought he might find it interesting to see a corporate environment."
Aubrey was quiet for a moment.
"Kate. I've known you for twelve years. You've never once brought a personal guest to the office. You barely mention your personal life during work hours. And now you show up with someone who looks like he walked out of a fashion catalog, and you expect me to believe this is casual interest?"
"It is," Kate insisted.
"Aubrey, I promise you this is not what it looks like."
"Then what is it?"
Kate looked at the quarterly reports on her screen. At the numbers that needed her attention. At the very normal work day that had suddenly become complicated by assumptions she should have anticipated.
"It's complicated," she said finally.
