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Still didn’t think I would ever own a damn business.

Well, no business other than one for cam girls. That would be fun.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked as he noticed my exposed legs.

“No,” I replied with a shrug, hoping he wouldn’t say more.

To my luck, he only frowned for a few seconds before walking through the foyer to get to the front door right as Riggs rang the bell.

I brushed his judgemental glare off and followed him to see our guest come inside and hug him.

When Riggs noticed me, I couldn’t help but grin at him before walking closer to greet him as well.

“Hi, Riggs,” I said, trying not to sound too sweet.

He gave me a quick nod before looking away, and when he realized he couldn’t just stay mute, he looked back at me and said, “Hello, Valley.”

His deep voice sent shivers right down my spine and I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning even wider.

“Oh, you’re right on time, Riggs. Valley and I just finished cooking and we’re ready to eat,” Della announced from the dining room.

“Sounds wonderful, Della. It smells amazing,” he said.

He was dressed almost same as last night, though a little less elegant. No dress shirt under his sweater, and his jeans looked comfortable enough to have a nice, laid-back dinner tonight.

I waited for Dad to pass me and then watched Riggs closely as he moved toward me with his eyes hooded and dark.

When he was close enough, he let his eyes move down my body, taking in every inch before pushing his fists into his pockets and blowing out air through his nose like a damn stallion.

As hot as he looked tonight, he didn’t have that expected gleam in his eyes.

He really didn’t know I sent him those pictures. Could that even be?

Not even a clue?

“No games tonight,” he growled in a deep, warning voice, then he walked away to get to the dining room, leaving me standing by the entrance all alone.

Shame.

That’s the only thing I wanted to do tonight.

But did he really think I would listen to him?

I let out a harsh laugh before turning around and heading to the dining room myself.

As planned, Riggs sat down right where I wanted him to, and when I sat next to him, he studied me for a moment before deciding it was okay for me to sit to his left.

“So, Riggs, did you have a nice Sunday?” Della asked while Dad poured wine into the glasses, leaving mine empty.

“Yeah, it was good. Had to handle a few things, but nothing too stressful.”

“What things did you have to handle?” I asked.

He didn’t answer at first, wondering if answering was worth it as he already knew I wasn’t actually interested in what he did today, but what would happen tonight.

As if I would just sit there and listen to their conversations about whatever the hell they were interested in.

“Nothing special,” he replied, his voice low. He moved his gaze to my parents who looked at him with more interest than expected, and Riggs let out a sigh and added more to his reply.

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