That gave Madison the chance to stare at the sexy ass under her tight skirt. Not bad. Grandmother Eileen cleared her throat, and Madison swiveled back to her. With her arms crossed in front of her chest and her face set in a disapproving frown, her grandmother stood there like a statue.

“See ya,” blondie mumbled as she left the apartment, her heels clicking in a fast staccato until she disappeared into the elevator.

Madison closed the door and shut her eyes for a moment. She was in deep shit.

Grandmother Eileen climbed over the evidence of last night’s wild party and pressed the button to raise the shutters.

Blinded by the sudden brightness, Madison, Phil, and the girl on the shag rug all groaned.

“Don’t you have any self-respect?” Grandmother Eileen snapped.

“We just had a little party last night, and I—”

“Little?” Her grandmother gestured at the trashed living room. “This is what you call a little party? Your apartment is completely destroyed.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“You mean understating.” Grandmother Eileen stepped up to the floor-to-ceiling window and faced the city’s skyline. “You are twenty-six years old and have accomplished absolutely nothing.”

Madison rolled her eyes. Not this again. “I graduated from business school like you wanted.”

Grandmother Eileen whirled around. “That was a year ago. And what have you done since then?”

Madison inspected her bare feet. “I got the damn bachelor’s degree you wanted me to get. That should count for something.”

She laughed humorlessly. “A fine degree you have. It took you seven years to complete a four-year degree, and you finished last in your class. Congratulations.” She took a dramatic breath. “Your parents would turn over in their gra—”

Madison’s head snapped up. Her skull was pounding painfully, but she didn’t care. “Don’t you dare mention them to me,” she growled. “What are you complaining about anyway? You were the one who forced me to study that boring crap and then didn’t give me a job after I graduated.”

Grandmother Eileen’s stern gaze roamed over the room.

Madison winced. How had the remains of a pizza ended up on the floor?

“And what position exactly should I have given you? Slut on call?”

Her pulse was racing, and with every heartbeat pain was pumping through her skull. Calm down. Calm down. Her grandmother would leave in a few minutes, and everything would be back to normal.

“You might have a business degree,” Grandmother Eileen said, “but you have no skills except for throwing parties, getting flat-out drunk, and luring women into your bed.” Her face contorted as if she had sucked on a lemon. “Just like your grandfather.” She pointed to the closed door. “Did you even know the name of that woman?”

Madison held her head high and said the first name that came to mind. “Stephanie.”