Her hands danced up around his neck and she had to resist the urge to squeeze. How easy it would be, but not worth the trouble. She had no quarrel with him after all and she had no reason to believe that he wasn't a friend of Nikolai's. Had Bailey known anything at all, Harley would have as well and his earlier statement about not mixing business with pleasure was fairly standard for the couple.
"Jaime?" she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. "That's a girl's name. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?" She circled back around his front and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, scrutinizing him. He'd had a key to get into the room which was somewhat suspicious, but she didn't make it much further down that train of thought when he referred to her as a bed-warmer. Harley made a face, sharing her displeasure quite freely.
Her hands went to her hips and she leaned forward on the balls of her feet. "You just summed it up pretty well actually. Bailey the slut, spreading her legs for the pretty little rich boy she made the mistake of falling in love with." Harley smirked, mostly because she'd basically given away that she wasn't who he thought she was.