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No, no. I need to get my head out of the gutter.

“I’m meeting my friend Owen for dinner to discuss this business idea he sent you. When I read your file on your findings about Owen’s contact in Colombia, I thought it’d be good for you to join us.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Mr. Godoy. I mean, everything I know about the matter is in the file. I don’t see the need for me to join you,” I say, leaving out the fact that I’ve nevernothad dinner with Ava. And I can’t abuse Mrs. Evans's generosity.

I internally chuckle.Yeah, he was definitely asking me out, alright.

“You’re not just any executive assistant—you have incredible insight on this matter. I’d really like for you to join me. You can let me know by the end of the day. In the meantime, you can make reservations for three at Kioko.”

I nod and go back to my desk.

All afternoon, I mull over the idea of joining him for a business dinner. Never—not even in my wildest dreams—did I imaginedining with the rich and famous. But I just can’t spring this on Mrs. Evans, let alone on Ava.

Besides, if I don’t set boundaries from the get-go, I can foresee myself working ridiculous hours.

No. No way.

I need to tell him I couldn’t arrange care for my daughter and, unfortunately, I won’t be able to join him. I’ll be direct, but at the same time, I’ll show him that I tried.

I just hope that’s good enough for him.

Chapter 11

Vicente Godoy

Apang of disappointment hits me square in the chest when Camila says she can’t make it to dinner. I don’t know why I'm so hellbent on her coming along.

She was right when she said she gave me all the information on the document she prepared for me. But the moment I saw her come into the office, I felt a shot of electricity run up my spine. Thankfully, I was leaning on her desk. Otherwise, I’m sure I would have fallen on my arse.

The woman has an aura about her, just as she said—brightness. Something that can’t be appreciated through a grainy security feed.

I did appreciate her curves from afar, and the moment she did her silly dance...

Fuck.

The way her hips swayed. In that moment, It took everything in me not to groan as my dick grew harder.

But the real question is why she affects me so easily? I definitely don’t want to figure that out. It might lead to a place I might not come back from.

And that fact terrifies and excites me in equal measure.

“He’s finally back,” Owen says as he approaches the table at Kioko where I’ve been sitting for the past ten minutes.

“I’ve been waiting for you, arsehole. My time is precious—I should charge you for the time you made me waste,” I say with a scowl.

Owen swallows nervously. “Good to know your charming personality didn’t stay in Chile,” he says as he sits down.

A waiter immediately brings us water and the menus. I order a bottle of wine, and the waiter scurries away.

“You seem to bring out the best in me, Owen,” I say.

He laughs, and I take a sip of water.

“So, tell me, how did you meet this guy Durán?”

Owen clears his throat before answering. “Well, remember that deal you were going to help me with before you had to rush off to Chile?”

I nod as the waiter arrives with the wine. After Owen tastes it, he pours us each a full glass, and we order our usual.

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