Page 3 of Filthy Business

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And for what?

“Morning!” Kate chirped as she breezed into the office.

Iris banged her head on the underside of the desk.

I grunted and retreated to my office, hot coffee sloshing over my fingers.

With a sigh of relief, I set my coffee on the desk and hung my jacket on the stand.

But my arena didn’t excite me this morning.

Not when my filthy mind was on the little Lolita outside.

Meters away. Within reach.

Thank fuck she was twenty-three, because in the shower this morning—

No.

Stop.

Still, I opened my laptop, impatient for it to load.

Just to look at her company photo.

I clicked. Expanded.

Golden curls framed her face. Clear blue eyes—hopeful, soft.

And those lips.

Pink. Plump. Ready.

I grimaced as my cock began to harden.

I was fucked.

So fucked.

I called Benedict’s secretary to arrange lunch.

The asshole never answered my calls.

Or if he did, it was usually twenty-four hours too late.

Chapter 2

Magnus

The scotch was smooth—just what I needed while we waited for our food.

“I’m getting a divorce lawyer,” I said, swirling the ice in my glass.

“How many times have you said that to me over the years?” he scoffed.

“I’m forty-five next year. It needs to happen this year,” I said, draining the glass.

My friend eyed me suspiciously before nodding.

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