Page 149 of My Dark Desire (Dark Prince Road)
So, you officially have legal representation now?
Farrow:
Yes. I met with the private investigator, too.
Farrow:
It’s a dream team, Ari. They’re all sharks.
Farrow:
This kind of feels like it’s too good to be true.
Ari:
That’s only because you haven’t had good things happen to you in a very long time.
Ari:
I really think Zachary Sun is your guardian angel.
Farrow:
Funny.
Ari:
Why?
Farrow:
Because I think he’s the devil who just might end up killing me.
The rest of the week flowed like a warm river against my skin.
On Monday, Zach asked that I accompany him to his lunches.Plural.
His intentions were clear. Spend more time together. Get him used to the idea of sharing his life with a woman.
In other words, I’d become his pet. An obedient companion that shadowed him everywhere he went, waiting for orders.
I told myself I went along with it because of the fancy lawyers he’d hired for me, but really, I enjoyed spending time together. Not exactly a compliment, given his competition.
Vera’s company could drive a nun to a dive bar. Tabby and Reggie were more suitable for black-site torture than companionship. Andras’ idea of a good time included intensive training and banana-shaped bruises from his sword.
And my sweet, beautiful Ari lived across the world.
Currently, we sat in Zach’s office, nibbling raw fish and discussing abstract art.
I couldn’t bear it. Not the food, not the scenery, and not the man I spent time with.
“Why do you eat by your screens?” I fidgeted in my chair, slinging my legs over the armrest of the velvety seat and staring at my plate.
Sashimi. Some kind of cucumber salad, accompanied by a green juice.
“Because work never stops.” A piece of toro disappeared into his mouth, but he wasn’t looking at the screens.
He was staring at me.
