Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 283

Noreen was gone for over half an hour, and by the time she returned to the private lounge, Jennifer and her boy toy were still locked in a passionate embrace, kissing as if nothing else existed.

Their clothes were rumpled and disheveled.

But Jennifer, at least, still had her wits about her. She gently pushed the young man away, straightened her blouse, and said, “I need to talk business with Ms. Gilmore. Go have some fun outside. Order whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“No, put it on my tab,” Noreen interjected quickly.

After all, she was the one who’d invited everyone out—it was only right to play the gracious host.

“Go on now.” Jennifer smiled as she shooed the young man out. Only then did she lazily pick up her drink and turn to Noreen, a slow grin spreading across her face. “Ah, to be young—energy to burn, day and night, without a care in the world.”

Noreen was long used to Jennifer’s wild ways and unfiltered candor.

Most of the time, she just smiled and let her talk.

But every now and then, she’d toss back a comment.

“This one seems even younger than the last.”

“Mhm. Just turned twenty.” Jennifer lit a slim cigarette and took a long, slow drag.

Noreen did the math in her head.

That made him twenty-two years younger than Jennifer.

As if reading her thoughts, Jennifer laughed. “We met at the exact age when both of us were at the height of our cravings. Perfect match, don’t you think?”

Noreen had no idea how to respond to that.

Fortunately, the server arrived with more drinks, giving her the perfect excuse to raise a toast and steer the conversation elsewhere.

Jennifer never questioned Noreen’s work ethic—she knew better. She’d never once asked about the details of Noreen’s projects.

Only after finishing the last drag of her cigarette and stubbing it out did Jennifer finally steer the conversation back. “I heard Mr. Harcourt’s getting engaged?”

Noreen thought for a moment. “If even Mr. Shaw’s heard about it, it must be true.”

Jennifer studied her, as if searching for a crack in her composure. “And what do you make of it?”

“I suppose I’ll just see it with my own eyes.”

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