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I take another sip, contemplating this strange situation I find myself in.I don’t know her name.She doesn’t know mine.But something tells me, when she does, things are going to get real fun.

This.This is what I was talking about when I told Dex I like the chase.The heiress giving herself to a marriage deal is boring.Dex can have her.But this feisty woman with brains,with balls, this is a chase I can get behind.She already has my attention.

Until she glances over her shoulder and looks in the same direction I’ve been looking.

What the fuck?

“Who’re you checking out?”I ask, an edge to my tone.

“The guy there.Who is he?”

“Why?”My insides harden.She’s here to check out Dex.Fucking Dex.That man has women falling at his feet, whether he wants them or not, they still fall.Just like the heiress did.

“Just curious.”

I’m about to open my mouth and ask her why the fuck she’s curious, but I zip my mouth.I don’t usually meet two gorgeous women in one week, so this is most peculiar.I try not to give a shit that she’s eyeing up Dex.

“He’s with someone.”Realizing that she’s checking out a guy who’s obviously with a partner, I immediately check out of our conversation.

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DEX

Daniela and I are getting along better than I ever expected.

Maybe because there’s no pressure.No romance.No pretending this is something it’s not.It’s purely a business agreement, nothing more.Maybe that’s why I feel more relaxed.Why I can laugh, talk, joke with her.Maybe that’s why she’s at ease, too.It’s better than many first dates I’ve had.

Daniela and I have even ordered appetizers.

“So much for just showing up for drinks,” I said when she agreed to get food,.

She waved it off.“It doesn’t mean anything.We’re just hungry.”

And she’s right.It doesn’t.And we are.I’m famished.But I lean across the table, my voice dropping an octave lower.I look into her eyes.“If my wife is hungry, I’m going to make sure to feed her.”

Those bright green eyes turn darker as her pupils dilate, her lips slide apart and she’s momentarily speechless.I’ve lost my tongue, too, and have no idea why I said that.The word “wife” feels foreign on my tongue and yet so … suggestive.A visual crashes into my head of me feeding her.Slipping something between those luscious plump lips of her.Suddenly my pants feel tighter.

Heat pulses between us.Words not spoken evoke ideas, for me at least.And Daniela, too, judging by the way she’s looking at me.

“Wife to be,” she says, her voice wavering.

Bingo.

She feels something.I know it as sure as I can feel my cock springing to attention.I lower my head and wonder how this has happened.We haven’t even touched.

Then, when I least expect it, she asks the question that slams into me like a bullet to the chest.

“What happened to your mom?”

Just like that, the air shifts.My guard slams back up so fast it’s like a physical reaction.I grip my glass, trying to decide if I want to answer.

“I’m sorry to ask,” she says gently, obviously seeing the change in me.The air just chilled a few degrees.“It’s just… I feel like it’s important.”

I exhale slowly, buying myself time.Instead of answering, I turn the question around.“How long have your parents been married?”

She doesn’t hesitate.

“Thirty-six years.”

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