Chapter 11

Genevieve couldn't shake the feeling that Tristan kept showing up everywhere. Just then, the elevator doors slid open. Tristan looked up, completely at ease. "Genevieve, what a coincidence." He stepped in first, but he didn't hit the close button. His gaze stayed on her. Genevieve stood where she was, resistance written all over her expression. She would rather take the stairs than share a confined space with this man. Tristan seemed to read her mind. He gave a low chuckle. "What, you're that scared? Are you afraid I'll eat you?" He dragged out the last word, his voice turning low and intimate, like a lover's whisper. He was clearly provoking her. Genevieve walked into the elevator anyway and deliberately took the farthest corner, bristling like an angry cat. "I'm not divorced from your brother yet, so show some respect!" she said coldly. "If he finds out you're talking to me like this, you won't have an easy time with the Lamberts." Tristan didn't bother holding back and laug