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Duh. Of course.
Uff.
Sweetheart.
My cheeks flushed, but I soldiered on.
“No caviar, then. Or anything pretentious.”
He nodded, something sincere flickering in his dark eyes.
Luke had his mother’s eyes but his father’s dark hair. He might’ve been considered handsome—if he weren’t such a vile little shit.
His daddy, on the other hand?
Unbelievably fuckable.
Salt and pepper hair, broad shoulders, and that delicious bulge in his trousers he always tried to hide from me.
As if I hadn’t already memorised its outline.
Yes, sir.
I’d had my eyes on Magnus Trentham for a very, very long time.
I had to play it safe. If he saw through me, it’d all be over before it began—and years of planning would be wasted.
But if I wanted their decimation?
I had to go all the way.
Chapter 6
Magnus
She was sharp-witted, careful with money, and so fucking sweet it almost made me weep. I knew there was something about this young woman, and it wasn’t all about her sexy curves and tailored clothes.
As she worked her way through dessert, I decided to blurt it all out—weeks of need finally breaking me down.
“Mmm. I don’t care how much this was. It is worth every bite,” she said like a sugar junkie.
“So… I know it’s hard in London. Someone mentioned an arrangement between someone like me and someone like you,” I said carefully.
She stared up at me, wide-eyed.
“Arrangement?” she asked, sounding skeptical.
“Hear me out. It wouldn’t affect work at all. You’re not even on my floor. You see, I’m just finalising my divorce and I’m a little out of sorts. I need something more.”
She stuck the fork in her mouth and pulled it out clean. My eyes lingered on her lips.
“Go on,” she said, but her eyes were alight with curiosity—and something else.
Then she licked her lips. Just one slow slide of her tongue. I glanced at her eyes, and they were dilated. It could be the wine.
No.
She was attracted to me.
