Page 8 of Draco's Defiance

He didn’t know anything about the woman, but he certainly hoped that was going to change. His lips twitched as he witnessed the table she’d picked. On the periphery of the main space, it sat snuggly between the open space and the more intimate area.

Good choice... Clearly, Moira was a smart woman.

“Thank you, again.” She took a seat on one side of the table as he approached and slid into the one opposite. “I was struggling to get rid of him.”

She didn’t say anything further, but something about the flicker of concern in her eyes told him that she’d been more concerned than she was letting on.

“He’s an idiot. It’s a pleasure to help.”

“Indeed, he does seem to be.” She sighed, and Draco noticed some of the tension easing from her shoulders. “I’m sorry, we haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Moira Craig.” She thrust out her small palm, revealing perfectly manicured red nails.

“Good to meet you Moira Craig.” Taking her lead, he enclosed his palm around hers, enjoying the feel of her soft skin as they shook hands. “I’m Draco Vaughn.”

“Draco.” Her brow rose. “That’s an interesting name.”

“It means dragon in Greco-Latin.” He adored the mischievous grin that lit up her face. Of course, the woman with the slender thighs sitting across from him had no idea how pertinent his name was, but evidently, she found something intriguing in the name.

“Really?’ she inquired. “Fascinating. I am partial to an uncommon name.”

“My family is full of them,” he mused. “The most regular name my parents could muster was Sebastian.”

“Well, that’s a nice name, too.” She chuckled. “But I prefer Draco.”

He was starting to like Moira more and more.

“Here are your drinks.” Their server appeared with the coffees, adding a wad of napkins to the middle of the table. “Your sandwiches will arrive shortly.”

“Thank you.” Moira smiled as the server walked away. “So, how do you know the idiot Monroe?”

“I suppose you could say he’s the opposite of a family friend.” Draco smirked at the irony of the statement. The Vaughn and Monroe families had never been friends, but since Draco’s father had died, the relationship had cooled distinctly.

“I see.” Reaching for her cup, she inhaled the aroma. “It certainly seemed as though he disliked your family.”

That was one way of putting it. Ever since Sebastian had fallen for Monroe’s sister, Rebecca, the situation had gotten even worse. There was definitely no love lost between the two families.

“He loves us, really.” Throwing her a wink, Draco enjoyed the way she shifted in her seat. “We just don’t care to put up with his rubbish. How do you know him?”

If Moira was about to admit that she’d had a relationship with Monroe, Draco would rather find out now.

“I don’t.” Her gaze hardened as she presumably thought of the moron. “And that’s the way I want it to stay.”

“Good choice.” He watched as she sipped at her drink, imagining how her lips might feel around his swelling cock. What was it about the tiny gestures of the opposite sex? It wasn’t only the overt sexual signs that made him hard. The small tokens, like the way she nibbled her lower lip as she placed down her cup, really ignited him. “Dare I ask why he was harassing you then?”

He didn’t think harassment was too strong a term. Moira had looked flustered and upset when she’d joined the line behind him.

“I work for a law firm that represents him.” Her fingers tightened around the cup. “He dropped in to sign some papers and asked me to lunch.” She rolled her eyes. “Apparently, he wasn’t too keen on my refusal.”

“Sounds like Monroe.” This was getting better. Not only was there no history between Moira and Monroe, but she appeared to despise him.

“He followed me.” A crease emerged in her flawless brow as she recalled the proceedings that had seen her presumably take refuge in Berrunti’s.

“Followed you?” Even by Monroe’s low standards, it sounded like an ominous turn of events.

“I saw him,” she confirmed, apparently keen to impress the point upon Draco. “He tried to hide at one point, but I could see what he was doing.” She feigned a shiver. “I dread to think what he had in mind.”

“I bet.” If Draco knew anything about Monroe, it wouldn’t have been anything good. He was responsible for snatching Balthazar’s new lover, Cherie and holding her captive in the basement of his building. Now, Draco liked to bind and contain women as much as the next guy. He, and each of his brothers, shared a proclivity for bondage and power games, but even he could see the toll it had taken on Cherie and Balthazar. “Well, I’m happy I could help.”

“Thank you.” She peered anxiously to the door. “To be honest, I’m not looking forward to leaving. He might still be out there.”

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