Ari had warned him this morning to stay away, and Theo understood that messing around with his sister-in-law’s bestie had the potential to blow up in his face.
But Theo had never been able to resist dynamite.
Swiping two glasses of champagne off a tray being circulated by a waiter, he approached, taking his time, enjoying the view. Her eyes, artfully made up in a deep shimmery-blue shadow, met his as he neared, and he shot her a slow, lazy smile.
‘Champagne?’ he asked as he drew to a halt.
She eyed him. ‘Ari warned me about you.’
Theo chuckled. ‘Did he now? What exactly did he say?’
‘Something about you being akavliaris?’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘I believe that means horn dog?’
Grinning, Theo nodded. ‘Something like that, yes.’
She plucked the champagne glass out of his hand. ‘Good then. Just my type.’
And she clinked her glass to his…
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