Angela’s stilettos clicked on the marble floor as she walked toward them. She smiled warmly at Reed and gave Libby a glance that screamed ‘trailer trash.’
“We’re meeting in the faculty conference room.” Her voice, throaty and suggestive as she leaned toward Reed, turned cold when she looked at Libby. “You can wait here in the lobby if you want. Or not.”
Her honey-blonde hair swung neatly as she turned on her heel.
Libby bit her chapped lower lip and stared at the two figures moving away from her.
Reed glanced back at her, but Libby was already hurrying toward the Exit sign. If she hitched a decent ride, she could make it to the city before dark.